omissions are lies
you know this
and i am resting
curled against you
scales scratching your
esophagus
as i feel words rush
in and out with the air
with each sound you make
i hear what isn’t there
omissions are lies
you know this
and in this place
i can feel the tightening
of muscles
as you hold back
feeling me
closing in
such an easy prey
to crush at the source
and unable to let go
unable to let go until
i get what i want
feeding on that
final rush of air
what i want to hear
the words i haven’t hesitated
to whisper in your ear
“i love you”
i will omit
at the most perfect
moment
but omissions are lies
and you know this
