Sometimes I say too much, and my hands tremble and my mind wanders, and I lose my place in the words I stored for you, and sometimes, it's not enough.
Sometimes I hide my fear in the spaces between my smiles and frowns hoping the rage doesn't come today, because sometimes, I wear my fear on my sleeve.
Sometimes I scream for answers, begging for the aching to subside but then I lose my footing, and accept that sometimes, the questions are enough.
Sometimes you make me smile, and for a moment, just for a moment, everything makes sense, though sometimes, I just don't know.
Sometimes I hope you love me and all my baggage that still hasn't been lost, no matter how many times I've taken flight and sometimes, I hope it doesn't show.
Sometimes I wring my damp thoughts onto paper and watch the lines bleed into the neutral space as though that's where they belong, sometimes I swallow them before they find their way out.
Sometimes I scream inside my head, because apparently, screaming out-loud makes people uncomfortable and afraid that you'll ask them for help. And sometimes, most times, I wish you would hear me.
Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 12:30 PM UTC
Sometimes I say too much, and my hands tremble and my mind wanders, and I lose my place in the words I stored for you, and sometimes, it's not enough.
Sometimes I hide my fear in the spaces between my smiles and frowns hoping the rage doesn't come today, because sometimes, I wear my fear on my sleeve.
Sometimes I scream for answers, begging for the aching to subside but then I lose my footing, and accept that sometimes, the questions are enough.
Sometimes you make me smile, and for a moment, just for a moment, everything makes sense, though sometimes, I just don't know.
Sometimes I hope you love me and all my baggage that still hasn't been lost, no matter how many times I've taken flight and sometimes, I hope it doesn't show.
Sometimes I wring my damp thoughts onto paper and watch the lines bleed into the neutral space as though that's where they belong, sometimes I swallow them before they find their way out.
Sometimes I scream inside my head, because apparently, screaming out-loud makes people uncomfortable and afraid that you'll ask them for help. And sometimes, most times, I wish you would hear me.
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