Sleep, while I scream.

Sometimes, I can't tell if it is rain or teardrops running down my face. I long for silence, but the wind is screaming. The wind, screams bloodcurling screams, forcing my heart to beat faster than it did when you said those God-awful words. When the wind screams, it sounds detached. Like, it hears the screams, but can't realize they come from it's own mouth. Maybe you broke the winds heart too. Maybe you led it on. Maybe your relationship with the wind was just as dysfunctional, and now the wind is going insane with pain?..no, numbness. The wind cannot feel, because there is only so much agony a heart can bare, only so far you can tear it before it is shreds, only so far it can sink before it hits bottom. It sounds loud now, beckoning me like a siren, like a fish to water, a bird to air, together our screams blend to force on a storm, but suddenly, silence. By God- I am screaming louder than the winds.