at the top of my lungs,
but in my head,
no one heard.
I bled in a glass jar
and she threw it against the bridge
just for the sake
of watching the sky
go up in smoke.
I had to move on for the sake of me
despite the aching blow.
Rip apart this identity to flee,
outcast for needing to go.
You jumped over my heart to get to the moon,
during this leap you slipped.
I asked, how long?
you answered, soon,
to my heart so bruised and flipped.
I wanted to leave, but my body wouldn’t let me.
The strength to stand wasn’t there, and I feared to die in this house of hallways.
It finally happened; the girl’s gone mad.
It took one moment, took all that she had,
and amid the sunken stars that fell from the sky,
you can sift through them, find reasons to cry.
She was meant to bloom,
to plant her feet in the dirt and grow.
She can’t get comfortable,
but wants to throw out
a sober retelling of emotions.
Fill my lines so you appear busy.
They look important,
but they are
It has been years since I knew who I was.
What I stood for,
and now that I fall, I believe no longer.
I protect no one
Recall every song,
recall every memory.
Whispers are frantic
your breath of hope could ache.