my insides and outsides tangle together
and i breathe as if i'm underwater and
it is immensely loud and quiet at the same time
quiet like the streets of the town i grew up in on sunday mornings
quiet like the times i failed to say the words stuck on my tonque outloud
loud like the times i'm trying to fall asleep but
the mistakes i made years ago keep screaming
loud like the memory of your voice saying you needed to go
quiet like the way i let you