I'm a quiet person. I won't speak over others to be heard. I'm uncomfortable when I speak loudly. Yet, you're the only person who's had me screaming in the car (twice). Not the fun, windows down, music blaring with a couple close friends. The-I'm about to lose someone and I can't do anything about it-scream. The- pain is so bad and I don't think tears can wash it away-scream. This is me making noise in a moving vehicle far away from my house mates to hear, and moving to fast for anyone in a passing car to recognize me. I don't want to be seen, I don't want to be helped, not by anyone who isn't you.
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Limerence
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.
