Muted Conversations

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Sometimes it’s easier to talk to
             a stranger,
no familarity,
no expectations.
And you find words
             tumbling
out of your mouth
before your senses can tell
you’ve let down your battlements.

Godam. God am. Go dam your mouth.

And I wish
I had that unfilter all the time,
but love and disillusionment and
heart against a towel rack
have left me mute,
a social non-intimate,
a writer of words.

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One comment

  1. I feel the same way, most times I sensor myself past the point of absurdity (for many reasons) just think to myself, observe others talking and feel envious that I cannot just speak as they do. It’s maddening at times! Great site, glad I found it! 🙂

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