tylerknott:

I woke up this morning
terrified with a thought:
What if words
are not a renewable resource?
What if I am using too many of mine
on others when they belong to you?
What if we can run out one day
and there are still
so many things I’ve not yet said
to you?
“You won’t love,”
you whispered,
“And if you did, it would be ok.
I know what you
are saying when
you’re not speaking
at all.”

-Tyler Knott Gregson-