My head hurts.
She has got to be the loudest person that no one can
hear that I’ve ever met.
Her silence is the soundtrack to the images that flash
through my eyes.
The thoughts in my head are a highlight reel
of my biggest mistakes whilst
the scars in my heart feel freshly bled.
I miss the chatterboxing of the rotating globe
as it drowns out her incessant muteness.
My head hurts.
Would it kill her to shut up?
Is this what she looks forward to all day?
As light stretches across the sky, she must
extend her limbs, picking up the various
seeds of doubt and toxic splendour planted by
every potential that was nice enough to stab
me in the front.
She waters them with my unshed tears and
watches them flourish in the dark of the night
when everything is silent.. Except for her.
The moment when the world is quiet and
my eyes cannot shut is her moment to shine.
My chest hurts.
It’s not enough that the images of wishing horses
that was never ridden pierces my brain but the
waterfall of unshed tears sinks my heart and I am
left gasping for air as everyone else releases it in a snore.
It’s not enough that my stomach twists and turns into
the tightest of knots.
It’s not enough that the skin on my arms prickles with an
itch that only a blade can scratch.
It’s never enough, especially for her.
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