Just speak

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You're holding back.

Sucking back words creating a swirling black hole within you.

Because you're afraid of the galaxies your words could create and the explosions that could occur if you bit down too hard on the words flying from your lips.

I know because I do it too.

Sometimes I grind my teeth and press my lips together to keep the words from spilling out.

My tongue is swollen with all the words I didn't say.

And all I can say to this, is that the feeling of the words resting heavily on your tongue, and the black hole sucking back your key to being understood are the worst things in the world.

I wouldn't wish that upon you.

I want to live in the galaxies that come pouring out of your mouth. I want to wonder how such gorgoeus galaxies can tumble from your mouth and stars fall from your eyes.

I want to hear you speak.
I want to listen.
I want to know what sparks and explodes and destroys and unfolds.

Sometimes you don't speak,
And the galaxies turn into black holes.

But sometimes you do, and it brings me one step closer to understanding you.

Yours truly, 
Shaely "The girl you wrote back"

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