Confessions of a Good Girl: A Poetry Collection

Small Talk

I see that you are speaking

but I am underwater

detached

do your words matter?

they run together

meaningless sounds

wrap around me

a vice on my lungs

I can't breathe

I see the door

desperate to run

and free myself

I burry the desperation

under a fake smile

and eyeliner

and continue to 

to talk with you

about the weather