These words….
My mind sharpens each emotion.
Locks it in a cage of words, that get inked on to paper and take up space in bytes.
I am strong, because these words are mine,
these thoughts belong to me.
When all is said and done… they bear testimony to it all.
I can move on, rethink thoughts that never actioned themselves.
Taste the words, that never got spoken.
Live in my ivory tower, and present the stoic exterior.
So that no one gets to witness my defects or stand in judgement of them.
I will file away my desire for approval.
I will never admit my interest in more than a casual hello,
Except for the words that take up space on paper and in bytes.
Words are my confessions, they admit to my inadequacies, they are the evidence,
That I am, the last of the great Pretenders.
The words are intense, yet do not reflect how easily they flow, and go nowhere.
I am but for these words, cold and unyielding.
I deserve my loveless state, I allowed my thoughts to dissect the nuances of life,
It crushes, rips and bleeds it dry, and leaves me with words only.
Words are the cadavers of thinking too much, and living in an ivory tower.
They are the reflection, and deflection of human emotion.
They say so much and mean so little.
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