silence

Will you love me?

Will you even know I love you at all?

Typing it isn’t the same.

Writing it out doesn’t put it away.

I love you.

You kiss me

And as you coax my tongue out,

The “L” slips around

And begs for release.

I love you.

I choke on it.

I swallow it.

I love you.

It’s fighting.

I’m struggling.

It’s poisonous in my stomach.

Please.

I love you.