Words

Choking on my words
Searching for the courage
To utter words like breath.

If only you knew of the busyness
That lays inside.
A busyness like New York city.

Anxieties, they build up.
I could write you a book
And fill it with things I never said.

I've got the perfect words,
Every detail of what I'd say worked out.
But still, I cannot coax them from my soul into the physical world.

If I sat in an empty room,
Spilled the things I never said like water,
I'd surely drown in the sea of them.