New Poem
Waiting In My Cheek
Yesterday you told me
that love is like a flower -
you have to let it bloom
and give it time to grow.
Today you consolled me
and made me feel less sour;
now you can assume
I'll keep this on the low
The only thing that's harder
than telling you this feeling
is knowing that I should
before the night is young.
Instead, I play the martyr
and try to start my healing,
as if I really could
forever bite my tongue.