A jar of words/ the loudest silence- Gift me your heart, will you?

I̶ ̶w̶a̶n̶t̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶p̶u̶t̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶w̶o̶r̶d̶s̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶m̶y̶ ̶h̶e̶a̶d̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶m̶o̶u̶t̶h̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶m̶a̶k̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶s̶a̶y̶ ̶w̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶a̶l̶l̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶m̶a̶d̶e̶ ̶m̶e̶ ̶f̶e̶e̶l̶ ̶ ̶b̶u̶t̶ ̶n̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ ̶̶d̶i̶d̶

I s̶c̶r̶a̶p̶e̶d̶ plucked all the m̶o̶m̶e̶n̶t̶s̶ flowers from the holy garden g̶r̶a̶v̶e̶y̶a̶r̶d̶ which once blossomed s̶c̶r̶e̶a̶m̶e̶d̶ you and then stuffed it all it in a jar and named it ' moments'

I swear I closed the lid tight, hell! it still

burst open like the loudest truth in the room.

Funny,

It's still incoherent

Funny

That it doesn't exist anymore

But it's still there, looming.

It's silent, at the same time

it's having a concert

I am the only guest in the room.

I lost the key to the door long ago.

I kinda live at the concert now.