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I love words.
Which is why I must apologize for abusing them.
Overusing them.
Again and again,
I tried to do them in.
Not on purpose,
but out of ignorance.
Out of weakness.
Imagining stakes,
making every word a race.
But life is never like the Preakness.
As insanity piques in,
we feel too seen and start explaining.
All of a sudden words are raining.
Storming.
We go past the point of growing maybe
and on to flooding.
The words that were supposed to save
keep me from budding.
Yet I keep them coming.
Doing my best to wash away mistakes.
The words rain down
They’re tears that are running.
Metaphysically
They take my vision from me.
Blurring the line between being seen and being heard.
Using words this way
is at once absurd.
Listen thrice,
speak once,
or not at all,
is what I’ve learned.
Lest we drown in the cold water
after bridges burn.