Some things should be left unsaid,
and the silence that fills that void,
should have to suffice instead.
Some things should be left unsaid
 
As the words rise to my lips,
I know the mistake I’ve made.
I hesitate and speech stumbles,
catching in my throat and burning,
with intensity and consequence.
 
The way your eyes scold me,
whenever you are near.
The way you stiffen and become guarded,
whenever we get close.
Your reaction to the truths I told.
 
So now things have changed,
though not in any noticeable way,
and life carries on heedless
of me, and the things I say.
A foolish gambit, a half arsed play.​
 
Still now, you remain an enigma to me.
Beautiful, sensual and distant.
A forbidden jewel behind foreboding glass.
My fingers reach to touch your curves,
no matter how wrong, no matter how much it burns.
 
Some things should be left unsaid,
and the silence that fills that void,
should have to suffice instead.
Some things should be left unsaid