screaming silence
I want you to love me like I love you
In that soft, cushioned, unrequited sense
It wouldn’t be the same for you
I love you like the astronaut loves the stars
I love you like the trees love the earth
I love you like the Romans loved the gods
Violently, desperately, tragically
I was never the prettiest girl in the room
But I was always the insane one
Teetering on the edge of everyone’s favorite ghost
And a monster filled with feminine rage
I screamed
And no one heard a sound.
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