Is it any wonder that my tongue is stolen<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Across from you in this sustained darkness<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A shudder running through me as I squirm<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I am reaching my hands inside<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Scouring the road to find the words<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I am pulling them up through a rocky pass<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Only for the rope at the top to snap<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My words are stolen from me by our past<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I am ill at ease in your quiet comfort<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sewn you easiness like patches in a quilt<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I am begging to find a voice to raise<\/p>\n\n\n\n
One louder than the wishes swirling below<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Straining to hear above the ringing in my ears<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I excuse myself; I am home, sitting in my bed<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Wondering what it feels like to know how to Ask<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We are nauseous at the thought that someone will see<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We are closer to ruin than to winning at all<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We are closer to death than living at all<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We are closer to strangers than family at all<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We were born islands away, universes apart<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I will bury you unknown, history stolen in the night<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Your death robs you of sight you never saw at all<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Love perishes in isolation<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It withers between words we use to hide who we are<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Love shrivels and burns away as cold as the barrier we build<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Love is a promise and a curse; it is a baton I walk from<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Love is a castle I built to be blown over<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Love is the saddest phrase I have ever known<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I have never known an ache like I have known love<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I have never known silence as loud as our love<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I have never known what they mean when they say:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
All you need is love<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Hey, do you ever wonder why your house is never a home?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Is it any wonder that my tongue is stolen Across from you in this sustained darkness A shudder running through me as I squirm I am reaching my hands inside Scouring the road to find the words I am pulling them up through a rocky pass Only for the rope at the top to snap […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"WB4WB4WP_MODE":"","WB4WP_PAGE_SCRIPTS":"","WB4WP_PAGE_STYLES":"","WB4WP_PAGE_FONTS":"","WB4WP_PAGE_HEADER":"","WB4WP_PAGE_FOOTER":"","_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-176","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"yoast_head":"\n