Words Poem by Kristen Brewster

Those words,
They spill,
Like a running train,
A running stream,
A running heart.

Those words,
They hurt
As they bleed from my lips,
Bleed from my tongue,
Bleed from my heart.

Those words,
They sting.
Like a slap in the face,
A burn on your skin,
A rip in your heart.

Those words,
I want to snatch them back.
To make it so they never came out.
The broken look on your face would vanish.
And the guilt would never settle in my heart.