Stop.
wonder why I ask
the things I say
and why you just like
to say one day you'll kiss it away
so the world could find silence,
My heart cries
is there another way to know
how to believe in
what we want,
when they just crumble
like dead butterflies in my hand;
I just want to bury you
so time will die
this mind
wither
from choke-holds
while my heart still bleeds,
asking why, oh'why
did you suffocate on my word.
Eyes flip flop from the bone
through cycles of panic
in corners covered
from when I became a woman
[no one told me
how freely life flees]
and he just mocks my stupidity.
Is that how we love?
the lack of communications
filtering my veins
with every single moment
silence broke,
I hear the keys thunk on my heart
then beat,
and kill.
You just turn away in repetition:
You'll never be good enough for me.
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maralisa keep your head held high and everything will work out hun
