this isn’t a secret. I merely failed to mention it. I meant to tell you. I mean to tell you. there’s only a dozen reasons keeping me silent. they cause my throat to swell, my tongue to clasp the roof of my mouth, and my lips to clamp. during our pauses in conversation, my glottis flutters. I try. I tried.
rilo kiley - “the good that won’t come out”
this is over, but telling you means it’s the end.