I say it in a poem because I can't say it out loud. Because I won't. Risk the embarrassment of your laughter disapproval rejection. I like to be the one doing the Alienating. I imagine the way your eyebrows would furrow together.
The way you'd find an excuse to leave.
The way Regret would feel. Filling my mouth with the coppery taste of blood.
Sewing my mouth shut would've been less painful than this.