But when you called me up at 2am too drunk to speak right I wanted to leave you alone and hopeless like you did to me but I knew better than that with the state you were in and I think a part of me still misses you no matter how hard I try to supress my feelings so I drove in the silence of my car to the foreign adress you slurred to me down the line and you know how much I hate silence but your wellbeing was the only thing on my mind and as you sat in my car screaming at yourself over and over again it shattered the already broken heart you had left me with so I held your hand and you gripped mine, your knuckles turning white and instead of screaming you quietened down to choking out silent sobs, your voice too hoarse and too tired and under the fluorescent light of the street lamps shining on the small vehicle we were seated in, your tears glistened and I wanted nothing more than to hold you and comfort you but I knew better than relighting our flame because we were a match too good to be true which may be why we burned out and as our drive around the city ended I dropped you off and you stumbled down the alley of houses blowing me a kiss in your subconcious state and I drove back in silence to an empty room with my damaging thoughts forcing myself to forget you all over again but your suffocating scent was making that almost impossible.
//if quiet is violent then you're vicious
[n.m]
YOU ARE READING
Shattered//poetry
Poetry//just writing down the messy thoughts that are too loud for my head to handle. //poetry, ::lowercase intended::
