Sometimes, there is nothing left, but the words that are left unspoken.
The things that linger in the air, heavy like a blanket
Covering the naked skin on a chilly winters day.
The emotions that swirl, like the whirlpool
A sinking feeling that rejection is not far behind.
Closing your eyes, taking a breath,
Waiting'¦
The reaction too much to bare, even if its not happened yet.
Words tumble out, ramble, making no sense.
There's a reason they are being said, and yet'¦
For some reason there is dread following close behind.
Sometimes there is nothing left, but to say the words'¦
That usually build until there is nothing left
To do but express
The way you feel.
Waiting'¦

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