Bite my lip until it bleeds
Out the phrase I’ve been aching to say,
Those three words that will
Maim all sense of compassion,
A lashing of passion.
Isn’t the look in my eye enough
To dry any notion of emotion
Into a Shakespearean stain
On the pavement?
Pinch me until I say those words,
That I have left unheard
To spare the both of us the grip
The banality of reality.
Slap me silly with insulting phrases,
That will ease the languish that
Comes with the language
We are over.