I let them flow
on the page like someone crying through the night.

The words that leave me are the ones that come from the girl who can't say them herself.

The words that show on my paper are the ones that come from the boy who thinks it will mean he's weak if he lets them escape.

I let them flow
on the page unlike the words that get trapped in the cage of their minds.

I let them flow like it's do or die

-been