Have you ever felt like you were filled with emotion, like a glass overflowing with this ethereal substance?

Have you ever felt like the only way to get it out was to transfer it through your fingers and heart and soul, like you were surrendering to a past lover?

All of this is fairly common, at least from me and my friends perspective.

But have you ever felt completely unable to do it?

That helpless feeling, of knowing and feeling, but being completely lost as how to get the poison out, and it sticks and stabs from inside, beautiful pain.

I hate not getting it out when I know it could be so lovely.

I always wanted to feel lovely.

Won't people only remember lovely words?