The words, unspoken
Cracked and broken
Hanging in the air
We don't need to say them
But we know they're always there

The stale taste of words unwritten
White teeth clenched and pink lips bitten
Eyes, unblinking, stare
We don't need to write the words
We know they're always there

Tales untold and clauses unformed
Letters and punctuation swarmed
On a page and everywhere
We don't need to hear the words
We know they're always there

The words, unspoken
Cracked an broken
Hanging in the air
We don't need to say the words
But we know they're always there.