SOME DAYS

On some days I want to scream 

With my pen kissing my notes 

And my tears caressing my skin 

I want to write of a journey so often unspoken 

Of an anxiety so well hidden 

On some days I want to laugh 

With my shoulders rubbing next to familiar faces 

And jokes so often shared we complete each other’s sentences 

On some days I want to come back home to an empty room

With my thoughts as companions 

And my demons as circus performers 

Dancing and reminding me of situations I refuse to stare at 

On some days I want you 

With your skin as a blanket 

And your lips firmly pressed on mine 

On some days I want nothing 

I want to feel like the kite belonging to no one 

Floating through the winds into oblivion 

Oby