Whenever I start to tell people about you, I hold my tongue with my teeth. My mouth fills with...

Whenever I start to tell people about you,
I hold my tongue with my teeth.
My mouth fills with blood,
and the only thing that I can do
is swallow myself, and hope
that no one noticed
the way I look when I think of you.
I don’t want to tell people
about the love that I have for you.
It’s a feeling that is almost too vivid
to be described; a feeling that is
too detailed to ever be able to
put into words and make sense of.
So instead of letting the memories
of you that have been translated
into sentences come out, I keep it all in,
and save the shred of hope for a time
when nothing seems to matter to me anymore.