There are so many things I want to say to you
That I fight to keep them down.
Everything I want to say is true;
It tries to get out when you're around.
If I said everything, all of it,
You'd run off in tears,
You'd throw an angry fit,
But you'd also be in fear.
I love and I hate you,
And I have too much to say.
You don't even have a clue
How far you'd run away.
If I said everything to your face,
I'm sure you may break mine.
So I tuck it into a quiet space,
And store it between the lines.
There are too many things to be said
And not enough words to say them.
Tonight, out of me, they bled,
Into the form of a poem.
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