Apr 27, 2013
155. scream
I want to throw things
like that would get your attention
from five hundred miles away
it’s better than the times when loving hurt
with tearstained pillowcases and sad songs
but only by a margin
this is angry and frightened and stupid
it’s standing in the street and wishing for rain
this is a million daydreams and happy endings
and each one is a lie
it’s eating me up and stealing my voice
so how will you hear me now?
like you ever heard me before
