Gather All My Words

Sometimes I want to gather all my words,

Like fallen leaves in the garden,

And pack them up for decomposition.

The words tend to grow my feelings about you.

Sometimes I want to gather all my words,

Like wiping a dusty table with a wet cloth,

And wash it in running water,

The words tend to mess up my heart about you.

Sometimes I want to gather all my words,

Like pressing the delete button on the keyboard,

And slowly deleting every single word typed,

The words tend to create stories about you.

Sometimes I want to gather all my words,

Like tearing every page of my book,

And erasing your existence,

The words tend to make me love you.