words are words were never my forte it was my tongue, maybe my temperament; as I read myself today in the cursives of your pages the overwritten about messes of the pockets, where we chew rhubarb, making ends where regrettably and with humor about you not being understanding about me not understanding about perhaps, us stuck with the words. rhubarb- spoken or written words that have no meaning, also an eatable. to know more #ihateyouprompt #yqparentnama #kae #communication #teenage #anxiety