Like a Goodbye


I am sorry
if I come
across bitter,
I am trying
to grow seeds
from the pit
in my stomach
whenever I
am asked to
put myself
and put
my words
into Yours
for I was told
for so long,
that I know
nothing so
I know something
about staying
still in my thoughts
in order to
calm the ripples
my voice created
with every why
and every sigh
handed to me
like a goodbye.