speak

its funny,

funny how you tell me to stay silent when all you do is speak.

i cry sometimes,

i cry sometimes to sleep,

because all i can think about is you.

and i'm not a big fan of you.

we take pictures in the dark together,

but whats the meaning behind your eyes?

lust.

thats all i see.

and in mine?

nothing.

because when i'm with you,

i'm not myself.

you're the predator and i'm the prey.

the wolf and the rabbit.

don't you see?

the fear in my eyes?

while i'm trying to speak?

one word leads to another,

and one hand leads to another,

one call leads to another.

can i ever speak?

or are you always over me?

i need a chance to breathe.

and i'm getting a long one.

since you're gone,

and i refuse to speak to you,

since we lost contact,

i can be me.

and i can breathe.