
I keep thinking if I speak to you,
With every word, it’ll be less painful,
But I am fooled,
It becomes the opposite,
I cannot be fully open and honest,
I cannot be as playful and carefree,
I have to restrict what I’d like to say, filtered,
To the point where it’s easier not to speak,
But then I miss you…
And the pain begins again.
-R1, August 2018
