Talking Trash Poem by Her Name Is Taylor

I wrote in a pen in the dark corners of my mind,
hiding them and peeking at them, but
making sure they never see the light
I don't know if my feelings are right,

But I know that he would never know,
so I need to just throw them away
and save them for a better day
when I can file them, and make sure they are clear

But I think that time to let them loose is my biggest fear

Until that time, in the week,
I need to know if it should be spoken
or thrown away, in the Dumpster of Pain
and even refill my self, with some other guys change
I don't know if I would say it right, if I do
do, How would he act?
How would he throw the words at me, throw them away in some tiny, cracked, can
It would be like ripping up cash....
But, then again, would I reallly just be Talking Trash