A great poem by Vinicius Haesbaert

Words & Sounds

they say a word is dead when it is said.
i said ‘i love you’ for the first time
and now i’m waiting to die.
the best poets have said very little.
and i think i’ve said too much.

i destroy to create.
i hide myself where no arms outstretch to catch me
and write these words so they can live forever;
unlike my love for you,
unlike me.

this is the future.
this is the time when wombs bloom
and bubble breaks.
this is when you realize you have said too much
and regret never hearing what you really thought of me.

now i’m writing periods instead of commas.
and selling my bed for a song.
are you crying?
please, stop that sound.