someday this same version of me will come sprinting back to my memory. only then will i see that her heart is out of her chest and she’s beginning to bleed out.
what would’ve happend, if i didn’t walk into that bar? if i didn’t see your face? if you didn’t steal glances from across the room all night? if you didn’t walk up to me with your crooked smirk? if you didnt leave to get a rose from the convenience store 3 blocks down? if you didn’t ruin my life?
screaming must be your love language. because you love me but you scream at me every time i blink.
i am a skeleton walking, for you have stolen my heart.
i feel this bone aching sadness. it lingers in my muscles and flows through my blood. if i knew bleeding would stop it, i would volunteer to bleed out.
i will be screaming until i can no longer make sound.
i am too full of life for this town. far too ambitious and far too wise. my dreams can’t materialize here.
i am argumentative. i am opinionated. that does not make me loud.
i wish you were laconic. you aren’t. you just don’t care.