The Things I Notice

Storm Warning

I'm sitting with my back against the wall

And I can't tell which vibrations scare me the most

The ones from the raging storm outside

The ones from the hurricane downstairs in my kitchen

Or the ones from the tsunami in my heart

I'm sitting on my desk watching the lightning as it strikes the sky

And I can't tell who is bleeding the most

The sky with its hot, angry tears

The picture I tried to paint of you

Or me

I'm laying in bed with my head under the sheets

And I can't tell which is harder

Trying to drown out the brass section of the storm outside

Trying to ignore our last words repeating in my head

Or trying to keep my breathing steady

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Short, but I like the way it sounds how it already is.

-TaylorMarie