cold

these things i wanted to say
bouncing around in my head
beautiful words that were seeping out
in the cracks of my eyes
as tears on my cheeks.
But then,
when it came time,
and I saw you in front of me,
and I opened up,
from my heart and
out came the sounds,
You put your hand across my face
over my mouth.
You were stronger,
you were bigger,
and you were cold.
The residence of my former lover,
was now occupied by you,
and you'd trimmed his hair
and I didn't like it.
The words I had stayed caged inside,
fluttering around and banging
hard against the walls of my mind,
furious at their captivity,
furious with their captor.
My words belonged to another man,
who died when plantmania did,
and I am glad you never got to hear them.