Streamline

I will keep these emotions encased in a sleeve
and pointed away from my face.
Left to their own devices
they'd cause some sore eye or another to bleed so,
yes, I'd rather let you guess.

Guess wrong,
wonder more,
and guess again.

Speaking less starves my regrets.
In the paddings of my mind all things uttered can be safely unsaid so, 
yes, I'd rather let you guess.

I'd rather my thoughts stay missed and left

                                  suspended,

thudding softly against the walls of an enourmous glass case.

Pointed away from my face
where they are harmless.