Words Unspoken

Things

I keep fucking tripping over you.

I can't take it anymore.

I want to curl up on the floor.

I want to scream it out, but nothing will come out.

I want you to hold me to say its okay.

But you would never do that no matter what damn day.

You just thinking about you

And how messed up I am too.

And you don't want that no

You've already said that so

Why do I still care?

Because the answer hangs in the air.