Words

If you were to cut me open to see what's inside
Words would be all you find.
On the outside the only thing I have
Are eyes to see and ears to hear
Inside I'm bursting with words
But I do not own a mouth
Yet there are so many, so many words in me
They bleed out whenever they can
Whenever there's a pen
Whenever there's a computer
They escape through my fingers
I have so, so many words
They flood away because they don't all fit in me
And people seem to enjoy the taste of my blood
It's alright, I have so much
I don't mind giving you my words
So many words
All for you
It's alright, you can take them
I have many of them
Look; here I bleed again.