it’s not you, it’s you and me and you and her

there is so much I wish to say

but the words are caught in my throat

choking me

stopping me

trying to kill me. although

i'm not sure why...

for they are simple letters

simple sounds

that are choked out between sobs,

yet never reach you.

and even if they did,

would you care to listen?

for these words

these letters

these sounds

are desperately trying to break free.

hitting the bars that surround

my heart

like it has become

some sort of prison.

but maybe it has.

because those words

that have been trapped

inside the cold metal bars

surrounding my heart

(i'm not too sure when the ruthless metal barricades got there,

maybe when I realized that

love doesn't exist for the 2 of us inside

the walls of an all girls catholic high school)

have already done too much damage.

so maybe we would all just be safer

if they stayed locked up.