he points out
that i've become nearly
silent now;
while he tugs
at the invisible and frayed thread
wound
around my lips.
and i
half-heartedly smile in agreement because i've become afraid that
if i were to speak,
it would no longer be his name that came out.

~My lips have been sewn shut by a past love.
And I'm praying that the string doesn't snap for it's the only thing keeping him tethered to me.