There's a tension in my heart
that screams wolf howls
without speaking.
I look away, and replay old videos on my phone
just to hear your voice.
I start to hate bubbles
when they trickle through my eyelids
but I stop tilting my head back.
I'd take the sting of shampoo
over the jewelled bees of your eyes
when you look right through me.
Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 12:29 PM UTC
There's a tension in my heart
that screams wolf howls
without speaking.
I look away, and replay old videos on my phone
just to hear your voice.
I start to hate bubbles
when they trickle through my eyelids
but I stop tilting my head back.
I'd take the sting of shampoo
over the jewelled bees of your eyes
when you look right through me.
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