#whimpers
She sobs so deep and profusely to the peak of
taping her mouth shut to repress her whimpers
ensuring that no soul pay attention to her throttling tears
cheered on by the toxic oxygen she inhaled each
second she still animatedly exists
Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 4:00 PM UTC
I always hear you call her name.
That young, aesthetically-made woman you've always admired.
I hear you call her everytime.
You call her name in a whisper.
It's like you are slightly asking the wind to deliver her your whimpers, just in case it would pass by to her house,
or in case it would whip past her beautiful face.
Everyday, I hear her name.
Every night, you'd go insane.
Not a day would go by in this time
will I ever forget how your voice shrieks
when you blurt out her name.
I love how deeply you feel about her.
I love how your eyes sparkle when you think of coming out to meet her.
I love how just by hearing her name makes your knees weak.
I'm sorry but whenever I hear you call out her name,
I only remember my pace right even before she came to race.
I never went away when you decided to bring her close,
just because I know in myself
I would have to get used to it day by day
hearing you actually call her name.
And hearing you call her name,
this may be sane,
but with me,
will you ever be the same?
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 11:21 AM UTC