There’s no words that our brains will create and fall out and off our lips
And we’re both too insecure in ourselves and the silence we’ve created
Or he doesn’t let a sound come from his lips because he would rather hear the crickets than my words
He could lose interest and desire within the 15 second window carrying the small talk from personal facts nobody remembers to childhood stories
What If
Conversation rolls off our bitten tongues
Creating butterflies in our cushioned stomachs
Witty comments fall from our mouths
Following, is simple, beautiful, and genuine laughter
What If
There is a beautiful stillness in the silence created from our fear of not being good enough