Drowning.

Drowing in the subtle rain drops.

I can taste them on my tongue.

Sugar, you’re so sweet to me.

Rain, catapulting against my window frame; Let me in, let me in.

The words I cannot bring myself to speak, sitting on the edge of my lips, turned to lead.

I close my eyes and wonder what on earth I’m thinking.

That’s for you to decide.

The skin that remembers every false feeling I believed in.

Every harsh consequence I inflicted upon myself.

The liquid, hot like tears, running. Stinging. Salt.

I’ve never been good at cooking, dear. But you could show me how.

Take everything in this mixed up pot, and stir me all up.

Tell me what you want, and I’ll see if that’s what I need.

Maybe we can bake together… just you, and me.

Where have all the commentators gone?

Alone, I stand, in awe.

A whirlwind swept me up.

I’ve never learned to fall.

Words crash and tumble, digging their claws into the small of my back.

Tear me apart.

Limb from limb, right into my heart.

I am only what you know of me.

As that, I can never be happy.