it's 11:44pm, a night that replays every week or so.
a night where the moon sits comfortably against
a canopy of fallen stars
and i bury my head in a blanket of hands;
hoping someone on the other end could respond to my
symphony of softening, silencing heartbeats.
someone with a heart so sweet and a voice so soothing
that they could make this incessant yelling stop,
this ruthless screeching.
this voiceless screaming.
someone who could drink out of my ocean,
savouring my relentless tears with a smile so bright
that the water would evaporate into nothingness.
it's 11:44pm, a night that replays every week or so.
a night where i hear those condescending lines,
"there's something wrong with you."
