My throat tied to the ceiling, screaming your name
I refuse your isolation, but still indulge in its pain,
I’ll never look at the color green without seeing your eyes
how my sorrow befriends me as I think of you each night.
You must be happy, for you were the one who left,
I wonder what it’s like to hear the words you never said.
-i.h
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 7:35 PM UTC
My throat tied to the ceiling, screaming your name
I refuse your isolation, but still indulge in its pain,
I’ll never look at the color green without seeing your eyes
how my sorrow befriends me as I think of you each night.
You must be happy, for you were the one who left,
I wonder what it’s like to hear the words you never said.
-i.h