Afraid to speak, afraid to listen
terrified of that painful awkward silence.
The thoughts and feelings fester;
My words are burning coals lodged, planted in my throat.
Anger is rising, building, budding with a harvest due
of wounded pride, jealousy
and breathless rage.
Smoke lingers on the tip of my tongue,
in the pit of my heart,
in my replayed memories
of the casual lies
that i long to spit at your deceptive
and delicate eyes