if i was a pretty one i
could blow up and break
things like silence like
shyness like sanity
like the soft you thought
i was and
i would rather shake your
world with my
crush than with my call
and
i might even bubble up once
you have taken in my
smooth, some sort of
creep that takes you
slowly, you have to
sit down take a
minute to keep going
but
in my head i am
screaming i keep
falling every time you
can’t know my name so
you just look
the right way and i
explode and not speaking i
am gone.