talking, talking, talking— radio silence the space that nothingness fills is almost violent yelling, yelling, yelling— something's working uncovering ugly truths that have been lurking crying, crying, crying— because it's broken there is just too much that we let go unspoken
Circumstances compel You think and analyse What's what What's why What intervention Is required What you desire What's desired of you Physical, financial, or communication Or two or all Physical, financial There's maybe a tie You may try Communication tricky Knowledge of circumstances Tells you What to say Skill tells you How to say Wisdom tells you How much to say Whether to say Or not to say Circumstances compel You think and analyse
I want to get the facts out. The glass from under my skin. The rails from the timber. Just because I said that your *** looks nice in those jeans, doesn't mean you get to treat me like *** crazed dog. I gave you a compliment; nothing more. You're not an object. And neither am I, so don't talk to me like one. I'm not every other guy you've ever met. Lift your eyes a little higher, that's where I am.