Where can I scream where my shrill, full of pain, voice won't make a sound?
I don't want to hear my body's physical agony over you anymore- my brain already suffers from saying your name so much. The word has carved itself into my skull so deep I could run my fingers over the indention-my secret braille screaming for you. A life with or without you is my cranial prison.
-Where can I fall where no one is around and I would not make a sound?
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Limerence (Poetry)
Poetry"Bumblebee: I wonder if you will still love me when I protect myself and sting." Started: 8/20/20 Completed: 10/18/21 My 7th poetry book.
