lenoredoll

She told me things I did not want to hear. She listened to my side and the side Im not so sure of. Im still not sure of. My vision gets fuzzy and clear.

Speaking of pains, virgin to the air; speaking of acts that were never meant to happen; speaking of loss, which can not be reconciled; speaking of overwhelming degradation; speaking because the silence is suffocating. And no, why couldnt I say it. Why didnt I leave? Im drowning, not waving, but it makes no difference. Im still drowning.