What to say

All the things I want to say,
It's a fire roaring inside me.
trying to find a way out.
I won't let it escape.
And the smoke is choking me.

All the words I wish you'd say
to quench my pain.
But they lay silent in your mouth.

And I can't sleep.
I toss and turn in a haze.
My brain though is screaming at you!

"You're fucking up a good thing."

A million little dreams.
Each one of them is a new way to tell you.
They haunt me.

What to say.
What to say.
What to say.

Don't be a pussy.

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1 comments:

Eva said...

You captured this feeling in a very tangible way. The ending sentiment is blunt, and still speaks volumes.