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  • Writer: paris janai
    paris janai
  • Apr 4, 2020
  • 1 min read

silence as i reach for your touch.

i’m crying out. can’t you hear? can’t you feel? i’m as close as i can be. skin to skin. reaching for your touch, but you can’t feel a thing. you’re so cold. casket sharp. you love me because of your responsibility. your tolerance. “what you signed up for.” how could i feel this way when i didn’t ask to be here. i was fine where i was. innocence at its finest. who’s responsibility is it to stop this cry?


silence.


as you watch me scream, but can’t hear me cry. your life continues as i’m screaming to the top of my lungs. i’m screaming at you. directly at you and you move pass as you’re almost late to work.


silence.


i’m holding your keys as you’re losing your mind.


silence.


i’m here. i’m right here. why can’t you hear me? why can’t you feel me? am i somebody?

silence as i hear my own cry. silence as i wipe my own eyes. silence as i mute the volume of your ego. silence as i walk away from your burdens.


silence.


i just wanted you to feel me.

silence as i jump into the puddle of my tears.. fears..


silence.

ree

 
 
 

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