My eyes are leaking poetry. I hope that you can hear me. My lips are sealed, the screams are echoing from my silence . It is deafening.
Every thought is fleeting I throw the words onto the paper hoping it'll catch them. The words are leaving faster then you did.
The words are spilling drip drip dip the words leaking I hate you's and please don't leave and why couldn't you stay? But mostly sorry sorry sorry.
Repeat Repeat Repeat. It doesn't stop I'm a broken record that just can't seem to move on. Sorry sorry sorry though I've done nothing wrong.
YOU ARE READING
Hush
PoetryIt's poetry. The the tears that spill from my mouth it's the gold I bleed and the pain I drink
