In My Head
I hear it all in my head. Every sound, speech, and silhouette. Some are clouded than others. Some are hyphened than most. I hear it all in my head. Every misused word. Every sentence ending in, "Not enough", "Really? Her?" I hear it all in my head. The beating heart. The vibrating blood cells. Every single gasp of trapped air. Like I said, I hear it all. The tightening muscles. The aching pain in my joints. Every cry for help. It's when I'm alone, When I lay my head to sleep. I think about those I've wronged, The ones I've lost. Due to my list of failures. It's me, I know it's me. I'm not their type. I'm too much of a rusher. I hear it all in my head. The burning tears by every droplet. The numbed feeling inside my heart. I feel it all, only reciprocated one sided. I hear it all in my head. The sound of your voice. The sound of your movement. As I lay myself to bed. Wanting to feel you crawl ...