I always pick up the pieces from broken tension after fights, and I collect them like sea glass and convince myself one day I\'ll build a masterpiece out of the words I couldn\'t say in that moment and when it\'s finished maybe I could make you hear me. But right now my cowardice is stifling and my insecurity is my only muse and that\'s not something I can explain to you. So I bury my words and you take it as surrender, and I have to remind myself that I can\'t expect you to hear words that I can\'t say.