𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 | 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲

𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓻.

I want to show people every side of me,
The good– the bad, and the ugly.
My mouth is a waterspout;
I want to scream and shout
A never-ending flow of words.
I just want to be heard.
I need to feel,
How come nothing anymore is ever real?
I overstep and overshare,
And they think I don't feel their judgmental stare,
How come the person I actually want to talk to
Ignores me and leaves me out of view?
You walk by as if we never met
With stride and power, and no regret.
I overshare because my words are imprisoning,
And because I am hoping you are somehow listening.
Hoping you will hold on to everything I have to say,
Hoping that my words will persuade you to stay.