meggymalna

I've come to a realization that I can only speak in stanzas Words don't fall off my tongue as simply as everyone else, so I'm forced to spit them out and the sentences I string together are always filled with holes I spend hours formulating replies to what people might say to me, but when the time comes and all eyes are on me, I can only stutter out phrases in a mechanical way Nothing ever comes out right unless there's repetition and just enough imagery and it's in stanzas I'm sorry for every silence that I shoved an awkward word into just to stop I'm sorry for getting tongue-tied on simple phrases even after I've repeated them in my

There is soft laughter, but every word that falls off your tongue seems to hold no weight The sun hangs heavy in the sky and as I fight to look through the rays, I notice that you're not looking at me anymore, but off into the distant sunset Absentmindedly, I continue to live - I run through the light rain with my jacket over my head, but my eyes still drift to my feet and the puddles I splash through I crumple my tests into my backpack and idly scribble down the answers to calculus problems while gazing out the window at the clouds passing by I struggle to find the words to tell you what's missing from my life because even I just don