All those questions you always and never want to know
All those feelings you always and never want validated
All those answers you never yet always want to hear
All those things you never but always want to remember
Did you just get bored?
Did I do something?
Did you ever really love me?
Did you mean anything you said?
Did I ever know you?
All those things that make you grateful for being tongue tied
All those things that make you hate being tongue tied
All those feelings that chocked you and you’re glad of being tongue tied
All those questions that made you stumble, being frustrated that you’re tongue tied
Do you care?
Do you even understand what it means?
Do you have any idea?
Do you ever think of me?
Do you miss me?
Being tongue tied is a blessing and a curse
A double edged sword you can hold in a moment
Being tongue tied makes you fragile and strong
A catch 22 that completes the circle
Being tongue tied gives you a voice, makes you mute
A moment of madness and relief
Being tongue tied keeps you safe but on edge
Moments of clarity and dispair
Do I miss you?
Did I love you?
How would I feel if you asked it of me
Did I mean what I said?
Do I think of you?
How would I have responded if you asked it of me
So guess being tongue tied has its own relief
So maybe I should take solace, being tongue tied in my grief
I’ve been an avid reader and scribbler for years but only recently started thinking about publishing my work.
I’ve always enjoyed writing and have, since 2008, been producing scripts for theatre as my main focus of writing, but always scribbling poems, songs and short stories for fun, and/or catharsis. I’m also a keen sketcher and sketchnoter.