You don’t speak much
I can’t tell you why
I don’t remember how
Seats by the window are my favorite
They’re an invisible spot
No one tries to speak to you when you looking out the window
I collect all the words
Don’t let them reach my mouth
I stuff them in my head
Cram them all in till my mind is heavy
I hold my pen tight from the weight of them
Paper is so bruised because I have a lot to say