I'm carrying storm behind my teeth,
Swallowing thunder so no one leaves.
Afraid that words are borrowed things,
That if I speak, the room will take wings.
...
Loving you is not heavy
It's like a cycle I never want to end
you are a miracle in a white tee
...
I want to be free from me,
From this head that won't let me be.
My mind is not a mind anymore
It's a circus where the devil closes every door.
...
Writing with the parts of me that still trembles
Silence
I'm carrying storm behind my teeth,
Swallowing thunder so no one leaves.
Afraid that words are borrowed things,
That if I speak, the room will take wings.
So I write in my wrist in a language only pain can read,
Not to end, but to prove I'm here,
A map of "don't go" etched quite and red
Because "I'm hurting " got stuck somewhere in my head.
Im I'm not chasing goodbye,
I'm begging to stay with hands that shake…