Silence.

Words don't come as they used to.

They come to my head, rapidly, without pause. 

But are left unsaid.

I feel silent.

I haven't spoken of the deep and terrible things.

I haven't spoken of my hidden tinge of jealousy, and insecurity, and fear of loss.

I haven't spoken of my long to end a relationship that has grown tired and strained.

I haven't spoken of the hands that haven't left my neck for weeks.

I haven't spoken of the terrifying need I hold for you.

I haven't spoken of my undying wish to be dead, and be born anew. 

I haven't spoken of the demons haunting my soul the moment I slip into sleep.

I haven't spoken of my fear of you, which has grown exponentially as we become closer.

The words have just stopped.

I'm simply too tired to keep conversation.

I'm simply too tired to strain my mind with the search for words that will always inevitably fail me.

I'm simply too tired to process the conflicted emotions I hold towards you.

I'm simply too tired.

-Beaskie