normally the emotions spew out of me uncontrollably then again, there is the silence a silence that makes me harsh where you once knew me as loving
my head always spirals until I run out of thoughts my heart always hungers until I swallow my fervour all followed by this numbness
you might ask me if I want you to be mine and if I was honest - I could tell you the first metallic sip of a beer brings me much more feeling than your lips on mine.