fingers through my hair
getting stuck through the tangles
music louder than my thoughts
everything I do to drown you out.
How come there's water in my throat?
swallowing me whole.
I can't breathe.
Is that too nauseating?
Feeling the cliché again?
Bouncing off glass
Muted, blurry noises
Scratching over and over
Years can pass but I see you everywhere I go.
Where is the place that you haven't yet gone?
When is the day where you haven't yet touched?
Everywhere I look
Like fingers curling around my throat
When does it stop?
What is there for me to hold?
Who has the upper hand?
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
the inevitable
Thơ Caunderestimate, unfold, understand. the third installment from words better left unspoken
