I’m not good with words; my mind is crowded with things I wish I’d said, moments I wish I’d kept silent, and thoughts I wish I’d shared with you.
I’m not good with words, but if this is the only way to speak all I’ve held back and voice all I’ve felt, perhaps it doesn’t matter if my verses lack grace.
I’m not good with words, but for once I wish they would reach you—that they would tell you my secrets and fill you with my feelings.
I’m not good with words, but how could I quiet them now that they fear never being heard? Now that you are walking away, and my silence can no longer serve as a shield?
I’m not good with words, but I offer them all to you today, as one last desperate attempt to let a part of me stay with you, even if I no longer can.