Screams

I’m screaming at the silence of a shut front door.
I’m banging down the remnants of a shattered, broken heart.
I’m forgiving and forgiving and giving in again.
Why did I think that we could ever be friends?

We can’t.
Because I can’t hold your hand without slow dancing.
Because I can’t drink coffee with you without flirting.
Because I can’t forget you no m…