my eyes hold a darkness not even the stars can reach, a colour of loneliness
when my mere presence feels like a chore, like an imposter I say nothing and I do nothing. im trying to not be selfish.
feelings I will stifle and harbour, allow them to explode within me, holding them close to my chest, igniting the fabric of my being. I will choke on them when they come scratching to the surface, creeping up my throat in rage like attempts to verbalise the words of my yield of control.
I will dance with them and feel them to my depths as they mix with blood within my veins, hanging deep and heavy in the wind around me, unspoken.
my words only make noise and burden you.
Within You, Within Me 