electricity.
how do I pretend I'm not properly pissed?
how do I flip my hair and move on?
how do people do that?
fake happiness?
how can I do that
when whatever I feel
charges and pounds through my veins
like electricity?
how can I do that
when all of me is going to spill out on the countertop
because I've bottled this up longer than I can bear?
how can I do that
when I'm breaking down like rations
in a war?
I wish I could run like a bullet
far away from here
far away from you
I wish I could erase everything
about you that occupies
a space in my brain
I wish I could curl up into a ball
until I crumble into dust
and let time sweep me away
I wish it were over
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