Alexandra Lang is a 22 year old performer currently traveling the world, writing about her time around the universe.
I have this certain way of making people feel like they don't exist sometimes.
The silent treatment doesn't take much, but it speaks volumes.
And by speaking volumes, I mean screaming amplified.
It only takes the willingness to find comfortability in the stillness.
To forget the way his voice cleanses my soul with just the few letters that escape his mouth to spell out my name.
You never really had a way with words, but you did have a way with melody.
Your song was enough to unzip my dress, and unclothe my mind even more.
It wasn't easy for me to hide half of my naked mind from you, but now I'm done hiding.
My minds doors are unlocked while your thoughts stay trapped behind your lips.
Now listen to what I have to say, do what you do best, and stay quiet.
I can't tell you the amount of times I have nearly unhinged my jaw from keeping these words sealed to my tongue.
My mouth is full of thoughts too sharp to swallow, and I am tired of choking.
You are nothing more than a yellow light.
And I am too afraid to stay, but even more afraid to step on the gas.
So instead I just slow down. Instead, I listen too closely to every syllable of every word your voice carries.
Are you still listening, or just waiting to hear the echo?
I hope that echo sounds a lot like, "The only only thing that has ever loved me more than you is the sun, and you still make me feel more alive."
You are nothing but warmth.
And somehow still, a chill has crept in and I seem to be catching hypothermia.
But I refuse to freeze in love for you.
© 2018 Xandra Lang