Twenty-three

I was twenty-three when I first learnt to speak,

To look up and look in the eyes,

To open my mouth and utter speeches, poems, songs and stories

that had been buried deep within me.

I was twenty - three when I opened that can of worms

and let them all out,

To cleanse my soul of the gut wrenching smell they had caused within me.

I was twenty - three when I first learnt to speak for myself,

to speak from my heart and utter obscenities to relieve myself

from the burden of words and songs buried within me for years,

I was twenty - three when I started to write it all down,

To bleed and leave it on paper.

I was twenty three,

When I first said it to You,

"I love You"