My heart is choked up all the time but I rarely cry anymore
I'm just listening for breaths or the flicking of a blade
Waking up in the middle of nowhere from the noise of nothing
My room for long minutes in the dark
on feet that unwillingly awakens you
All the heat is in my ears
All the weight is inside of me
Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 3:02 PM UTC
My heart is choked up all the time but I rarely cry anymore
I'm just listening for breaths or the flicking of a blade
Waking up in the middle of nowhere from the noise of nothing
My room for long minutes in the dark
on feet that unwillingly awakens you
All the heat is in my ears
All the weight is inside of me