it tastes like bile in the back of your throat
feels like tears stinging behind your eyes
like a migraine just beginning
like a high pitched whine at the highest volume
it seeps into things unrelated
tinting your favorite colors
flavoring your favorite foods
putting white noise in all your favorite songs
it leaks onto your friendships
staining arms after hugs
leaving laughs polluted
reflecting in eyes that’d trust you with anything
it screams at it wins
the sound one of terrifying joy
“burn!” it commands
but you are made of stone and mortar
it fills your chest with unease
your fingertips with trembles
your mind with final conclusions
your lips with lies that taste like sugar
“I don’t” but you don’t mean that
“I don’t want” but you do
“I can’t” but you can
“I won’t” but you will.
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 12:14 PM UTC
it tastes like bile in the back of your throat
feels like tears stinging behind your eyes
like a migraine just beginning
like a high pitched whine at the highest volume
it seeps into things unrelated
tinting your favorite colors
flavoring your favorite foods
putting white noise in all your favorite songs
it leaks onto your friendships
staining arms after hugs
leaving laughs polluted
reflecting in eyes that’d trust you with anything
it screams at it wins
the sound one of terrifying joy
“burn!” it commands
but you are made of stone and mortar
it fills your chest with unease
your fingertips with trembles
your mind with final conclusions
your lips with lies that taste like sugar
“I don’t” but you don’t mean that
“I don’t want” but you do
“I can’t” but you can
“I won’t” but you will.
May 14th, 2014
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