Pride

Desperation crawls up my vocal chords, begging to be spoken. (it still hurts) My lips are sewn shut; thread made of fear, needle made from the steel in your eyes. (i miss you) Weak words feel like acid on my tongue. I need to spit them out, but I'd rather burn. (come home) I will not kneel and grovel. You were always free to leave.

(i need you)

stubborn fool, who wins if you don't give in?