The laugh bubbles up although the bubbles inside of me are full of salt water
Something that I cannot let free so it rubs against the inside of my eyes
It stings
I want to fall, and my knees threaten to collapse
Just like my heart years ago, but that’s just history
So I laugh with my face in my hands, shaking
Quaking
Thoughts run past me in slow motion, but yet the words cannot be read
Their lips become screaming silent sounds that fall like bombs
Holding my hands beside me, but I wish I could hold it to my head
These rolling waves become tall tsunamis but it hits so… soft
It storms, yet the sound that escapes is not a call for help
It becomes a song that is listed as happy on the ever-changing playlist
I wish for them to know but the words just build up and free themselves inside me
Trying, failing to be
What I want to be before death’s deadly kiss