Unsaid

Sometimes it is not
the words of others lips
that hang stiff in the air
like the calm before
a thunderstorm,
but it is the words
that have not graced
anyone's lips.
Sometimes it is
the unsaid words
which echo over
and over
and over again
within the walls our heads
repeating what we know
but cannot bare to hear.
And although when they resound
out loud by those
we love and despise most,
at the same time,
we cringe as the hit our ears
like a strong slap on the cheek
we know they are sometimes
just what we need to hear.
but sometimes those words
are left unsaid.