quiet.

you told me

I'd be quiet

not knowing how to define my silence

I told you

that's just my style

I turn the lights off

I'm that type of person

who's closing the door'n

opens the window,

cause the stars are telling stories

you just have to listen carefully

you told me I'd be quiet

and I smiled,

cause I am the deep water

everybody's talking about

so we came to a point

me and you

starting to seperate

what's left of us

and all of me

screamed for a hint

like a smile

I was longing for a tip

to know how much

I meant to you,

but nothing

so I became quiet as fuck

you can listen

to my tears

while reading this,

it's possible to hear me scream

while writing this letters

and

to be honest

you already read me moaning

so

don't tell me I am quiet

I'm the wildest storm

you've ever seen,

the personification of tension,

a story you'll never read

and

even more than you

I too

can't get enough from it

maybe I'm a little drunk

as always

maybe I'm driving home

and started writing

just because I thought of you

as always

I feel confused

and my silence

becomes louder

don't think I'm repeating my past

looking through the years

I re-write my highlights

and don't get me wrong

I know where my heart belongs

I just have to say

that

right now

while you're at some place

not too far away from me

I'm thinking of you

and I want you to think

about it,

about me,

cause music isn't the only passion

that's connecting,

drinks aren't the only things

we shared

and

at the same time

I turn up my volume,

skip the track to the next beat

and start to believe

that I don't know what to say

maybe all of this writing

emptied my head

maybe non of it will ever do

but I write and write and I write

the only thing surrounding me is

black ink

on a paper

time's driving into the night

and it's getting later and later

just as you and me,

but I won't leave

I'm still thinking of being

too quiet while we kiss,

still tumbling,

healing from the last shots you gave me,

still breathing

I don't like things being unspoken,

ironically

cause that's the fucking story of my life

I only mention the parts

that I don't talk about,

but I'm still waiting for the day

you come around

and we talk about the truth

maybe we won't talk,

maybe we will kiss

and laugh

and kiss again

maybe you will rip me apart,

but that's okay,

cause I really want it that way

and I know

you're confused,

cause it was so goddamn silent,

but look at me

here I am

-screaming-

I'm shouting out loud

what are you waiting for?