Unspoken.

Oh the things I would say if I still believed it could make you change
The things I'd say if I hadn't already said them so many times before
as if the repetition could evade redundancy and evoke epiphany.
The things I would say if I didn't know it would be followed by silence
If I didn't know how much you're willing to leave unspoken.
Oh the words I would be liberating if I could just open my mouth;
how much my eyes would say if I were strong enough to meet your gaze.
Oh the things you've said that keep me from speaking.
And the things you say that give me hope.
Oh the thing I would say, if you would just say it first.