one-for-guilty-loud-mouths

one of my new years resolutions is to stfu

just the text:

i want to take up less space , 

but i can't 

stop 

swallowing 

people 

whole .  

regret only comes 

after the fact ,

wiping my stained mouth ,

picking my teeth 

of the residual 

words that got stuck . 

rethink, rethink 

a message better said

through silence ,,

there is more power 

in absence , 

but i prefer the abscess . 

you see futility in things you don’t understand , 

so i will explain it 

relentlessly ,  

excessively .  

the words , 

they are corrosive ,

unintentional locomotive

away from me . 

my lips are burning

from friction .  

i want to cut it out - 

cut it off , 

skin embossed

more often than not

the only solution is painful .