nobody will ever truly comprehend this well inside of me
this hiccup in my lungs
danger ringing in my ears,
but my head is a bell I can never interrupt
aching for the approval of his eyes and her eyes and their eyes
taking out my anger on my own body has become a routine
what I would do to be able to tell them the truth
to tell her I still love her
to tell him I'm not as okay as I suggest
I need him to realize that I'm lying
does he think my words are pure as doves, or is his ego killing the birds?
it's becoming too real
right when I thought I was dreaming
