Boom Boom
Too resounding, too loud, too wrong
Every day, every time
Every fucking time
Boom boom
My heart
It chooses to beat louder for you
Or maybe it beats for you
I hate the feeling, every time I say something and you look at me like that
Boom boom
But the worse is the waiting when I say something or do something that might give away the bombs in the chest, and you look at me
And I expect to hear a crack, because your looking at me like that
But the bombs continue to land
Until another day.
Or until my chest caves in.
YOU ARE READING
poems and short stories
Randompreviously "fireworks reflected in your eyes" I don't feel like that fit the piece anymore, and I needed a change but I still want it to be taken seriously. My earlier work (earlier chapters) are worse please stick em out and read the good stuff ♡♡ ...
