It hurts
Like a needle and thread hurt broken skin
It hurts
When two souls separate, worn too thin
It hurts
When words stop flowing with faded grins
It hurts
When all that’s left are wounds to mend
“You could duct tape my mouth shut, and I’d still talk too much. I talk with my hands, so you have to listen hard to hear me. You’ll hear my flattering words when you see me clap. Hello and goodbye are the same word, in the language of the hand. When I talk with my hands, I might be agreeable and say “Ok.” Or I might be calling you an asshole. But let’s face it, I am agreeable, and you are an asshole.”
~ Jarod Kintz, American Association for the Advancement of Aardvarks Presents: Dear Natalie
Published on May 23, 2014 14:31