Shakespeare dropped his words
On paper
With such precision and thought
And innuendo  
And irony and
All fit in his pieces
Like magnificent puzzles
That would forever transcend
The cruelty of time.

I dropped my thoughts before my words could speak them
Before I could create art
Before I could explain to you
The pieces in my missing puzzle
That I've let sit out
And be weathered
And beaten
And ruined by every tik and every tok.

And every time I open my mouth
And slide my tongue onto my lips,
Just to keep them from drying,
I can't say what I want.
And every smile,
And every kind gesture
Is all I can show.

My words are not pieces of something greater;
They're wrong and raw and destructive
And unkept and
Anything
But
Static.

Please give me the strength to close my mouth,
And close my eyes.
And wait until time decides to heal again
Because I don't want to ruin
The most beautiful thing I had ever had.