clouds of grey

and whisps of fozen winds

your eyes pierce into my soul

your icy fingertips

dance on my skin

the numbness

seeps into my blood

coursing through my veins

until there is nothing left

clouds of grey

and whisps of frozen winds

my skin a purple haze

you carry me to my death

When someone leaves

and has no intention to return,

they linger.

Their memory

etched into the back of your mind,

the vibrations of their vocal cords

when they spoke

like nails on a chalkboard.

But you love that chalkboard.

You love how smooth it used to be,

and your heart

aches,

shatters.

When someone leaves

and intends to return,

your dreams wander

and the chalkboard

stares back at you,

waiting for you to notice.

Everyone is different in their own way,

everyone has different DNAs,

different traits that make them, them.

But the fact that every human being

is different and unique in their own way,

is the one thing

that makes us all the same.

Words are just sounds

Put together

Vocal cords

Sending vibrations

But these sounds

These vibrations

Cause us to emote

To feel something

The lack of sound

Speaks just as loud

As a curdling scream

Language

A means of communication

Poisoned by lies

And misunderstanding

If you want to know

How I really feel

Look into my eyes

Past my shield

she knows

they won't

like her

she knows

they will

never

love her

she works

she watches

she hides

she listens

she knows

the truth

behind

their lies

she knows

she is

not enough

in a crowd

surrounded

by people

she wants

to get out

be free

she wants

to let go

be alone

in a crowd

surrounded

by people

she feels

small

yet

noticeable

she feels

nothing

she is

numb

the bird

spreads

its wings

and flies

the girl

spreads

her legs

and smiles

the boy

laughs

says

that was nice

the bird

falls

breaks

its neck

the girl

alone

broken

he left