Pieces of What I Wrote Afterward

Sitting here,
Screaming with the silence,
Holding onto hunger...

Writing words...
Thinking that You, unlike me,
Understand me better written down,
Like it changes what I mean...

Asking questions,
Telling lies just to see if You'll catch them,
To find out if You know...

If I'm here
Because I want to be here,
Because what I said I wanted
Isn't what I want at all,
Then I'll keep writing and keep on leaving.
But if I'm here because I'm almost there,
Then take away my pen.
I need to hear You say my name.


Baby, even angels cry.