My world is sometimes a confusing place
How do you slow the thoughts when they
Suffocate the thoughts from reaching your mouth
I want to say all the things I feel but they
Cannot be put into thoughts, twists of the mind
Who is the one behind the whirlwind that rages
Through my mind, I don’t recognize this girl
She is quiet, a mute ghost of the real me
How can I know the real me?
I am a patchwork of women
The hurt ones, the broke, the happy, the mix of me
That cannot be explained by words
Language is never enough for me
How many must I learn to describe the way I feel
After a glass of wine, I text him
To miss someone, an impossible task
Will someone slow the world so I can think
People become one into the grasp
A tipped can of moments that I cannot tell you
So many memories that can’t be remembered  
Teach me the words