i told you I was screaming
I told you I wasn't fine
but you said I should be grateful
because my life was on the lineI told all my nightmares
my silence no longer filled with cries
but you told me I should end this
that I should give up and just dieI told you so many things
from my past to my daydreams
I told you so much of me
that you gave up and went to leaveI told you no
I want to forget this sorrow
but it was nothing compared to you, my foe
because for you there was no tommorowI told you of the pain
I told you of the whispers darling
but I was screaming for your gain
and you left me for more falling- I am in control, I haven't lost my mind
YOU ARE READING
loquacious
Poetrylo·qua·cious /lōˈkwāSHəs/ adjective tending to talk a great deal; talkative. "never loquacious, Sarah was now totally lost for words" (photos in the book aren't mine. credits to the rightful owners.) 5 •7 - 10 • 29