my heart feels the powerful words
the ones that are so meaningful
that my mouth is scared to pronounce
so I wrote it
and maybe not enough pages could hold so many unsaid words
my collection of never expressed feelings gather dust on the shelf
with two or three books I’ve been reading but haven’t finished, because I may be scared of ends
so I skip songs in the middle, I fall asleep during movies and I put out my cigarette before it burns my fingers
the only end I’m not scared of is death
I kinda enjoy the idea of dying
because people will go through my notes
and finally understand how much I have felt in this quiet life.