My story is very short
Haven't known you too long
But I will tell you it's talking
That turns back and fights me
I don't spill my guts to just anyone
Guts never go back right
Once they've been spilled
They don't clean up easy
They always leave stains
Too many people don't like my words
They come out too fast
They come out like ice
Shards melting on cloth
To dry yellow and stiff
My words are dangerous
But you crave them like candy
Thinking silence is bitter
But it ain't silence that hurts me
When talking splits me open
Silence just sits in me
Like a rock I never throw
Written January 1, 1992
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