i hate the taste of vulnerability,
slathered in envy. slather me in your words,
i want you next to me,
the beat of your heart
keeping time with my breaths.
i hate the taste of words squirming
beneath my tongue
so i just push, push, push --
until they're in my core. buried in my neurotransmitters.
squirming but quieter. i can't feel them.
can't be patient. can't force the entropy to decrease
every maybe that goes unsaid between us.
i just want to be quiet.