Its okay right?

Am I too much when I ask you to see me?

Or not enough when I stay quiet and hope you just will?

I sit in the silence where your trust should live,

but all I hear is rain on the roof and the sound of my own doubt.

You tell me your sorry you tell me you didn't mean to hurt me but yet im the one sitting in the silence I'm the one still hurting.

My thoughts are caught like a fish in the water and when it comes upto the surface I flicker and flatter trying to breathe but in the end I end up feeling suffocated like I'm that fish out of water.

Shhh

its okay its just a fight. Maybe im overreacting maybe im just being stubborn.

My heart is aching and slowly breaking.

The fish out of water is thrashing will someone throw me back into the deep cold blue sea where my heart just wants to rest and let me be me.

Its getting to me the dark skies,the winds are starting to pick up the clouds are quickly bumping into each other. I start to run. Run run run before the tornado hits almost like how Dorothy runs in the wizard of Oz and bumps her head and is rest assured but me no never these days are foggy,these days are blurred which makes so much sense that its upsetting my gerd. At night I lay awake in bed wishing that that would be us but instead its me the blankets and cold vicks on my chest to put my anxiety to rest.