Looking at you but I feel everyone else staring at the energy sitting in my throat waiting to fall out the moment I call your name. I hold in my voice.
Until I don't have one anymore.
I feel the anger you don't want to throw at me but right now that's all that's surrounding me.
I try to breathe but I give whatever energy I have left to you. Until there's nothing left.
I have no voice.
She's moulded herself into a person she's proud of but also a person she hates.
What if that’s her truth?
She’s a perfectly sculpted mess.
Is it still a mess if it’s so beautiful. ?
Looking at you but I feel everyone staring at me. Staring at how I feel. Staring at the fucking energy. The energy that rumbles
In my fucking throat, the fucking energy that makes my voice break. You fucking break me. But you’re such a beautiful fucking mess and I have nothing but love for you.
I love you.
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