Autopsy.

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The sentences we blurt out are unforgiving.
Once they're out, they're out.
You can't go back and revise them, proof read them, edit them,
You can't replace a full stop with a question mark or put a comma, continuing your sentences instead of the already existing full stop.
You can't clarify or elaborate.
Your intended meaning was lost in the process of forming the words as they roll off your tongue,
I know that when you say you love me you mean "this will make you happy, this is the reassurance you need so I am saying it" but it lacks conviction,
I know that when you ask me if I slept well you want to know if I didn't stay up till dawn staring at my ceiling. And you halfheartedly want the real answer,
I know when I ask you if you're okay you say you are good, even when good and the state you're in couldn't be more mismatched.
I don't want you to think too much,
And I don't want to dissect your paragraphs anymore, I don't want to autopsy your sentences, I don't want to cut open your words, in a search for what might not be there.
Maybe you don't have the bravery to say what you mean and mean what you say yet,
But I hope one day you do,
And when you are ready,
You'll find me by your side, holding your hands tightly,
Holding your heart gently,
I am here to stay.

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