The words roll off my tongue and cling to your floor. I cannot control what you do with them once they force their way out of my guard. Some of them have been struggling to break free for a while. I know them and I know them well. I know what makes them wriggle and squirm, and I know what makes them float to the top. These are easier to control and all it takes is a steady clamp down. Then there are those sly, sneaky ones that take me completely by surprise. The ones I never knew existed in the tight vault of my being. Have they been there all along, surreptitiously lying in wait for the opportune moment to make their structured attack? Is that why they are so precise and ruthless in taking aim? Or are they just splinters of the words that have been under my tight rein? Finally breaking out, borne free from the stagnancy of my imagination? Either way, they let loose and make their way toward the one place they shouldn't be heading to. Rendering me completely useless in their wake. Having the last laugh at my grandiose notions of stoicism. Leaping right out of my mouth into your stunned arms, clinging to you whether you want them or not. I can no longer control what happens to them, whether you ignore, embrace or obliterate them. They no longer belong to me and are yours now - to kiss, keep or kill.