It was exhilarating, every pulse throbbing against my skin like animals against a cage and I begin to wonder if I've been containing too much of myself lately

Trapping too many words in my throat till what is left is a tangled chain of sentences I cannot untie

My mind continues to buzz, words bouncing off of every corner

I want to say it back. I want to say it back.

And when my tongue finally adapts to this strange flavor, a bittersweet tanginess it cannot recognize,

It hangs, like an unwelcome visitor begging to stay the night but I know that if I let him in, there will be no way out

If I let him in, I would be kicking myself out

It was exhilarating, but I'm sorry I couldn't say it back