When you love, lay your heads on each other's shoulder, watch stars and breathe. You walk and gently swing your hand in his not using words to tell him how you feel, how much he matters, and yet he knows. You keep walking and smile. Then my love, you know words are useless.
When you die inside, it hurts, yet you suppress it all in, putting up a smile that doesn't reach your eyes, thinking no one knows but she sees and comes and holds your head to her chest and only then you let the dam of tears break free, sob and scream but not say, no words would justify your pain and just then, just then - you know words are useless.
When you shout, piercing your urge into their thick skin, ask questions you get no answers to, words denying to answer, letting the grievous silence wash over and you sink on your knees, head on the ground, saline water dripping from your chin, surrendering to the truth; the one you don't even know. Then you know words couldn't help you, did they ever?
When he leaves, and you want to ask why, but you don't. You have so much inside that you wish to say, plead, beg, cry but you restrain it all, gulping the scare of losing someone, pushing the tears behind the lids, putting up a broken brave face but don't say because you know they won't come to your rescue; they will transform into a sword instead, slash through your already weak heart instead, spill colorless blood from your eyes instead.
Then you know words are more than useless. Worse than useless.
So the only thing you allow to cross your lips is sigh, you sit and stare, think what went wrong and sleep.
But don't say.