When it doesn’t matter

the words are honey; 

Flowing (like a river) and twice as sweet. 

Now that it does, once again

My heart becomes entangled in my stomach

And my mouth trips over the mess. 

I cannot conjure up the words

To tell you what you’ve meant

To me. 

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