Hey You

I sit there bleeding my heart out to you, gesticulating wildly with my hands, crying with my mouth, swirling the voices in my head with a spoon and letting you taste them.
“Enough”, you say firmly, grabbing me by the shoulders and looking straight into my lying hazel eyes, “You need to stop thinking so much.”
“What do you want me to do?” I ask, squirming under your gaze.
“Why can’t you just..be? You’re killing yourself slowly. No one cares anyway. Get over yourself.”
I pull your hair and hold you to it.
You breathe in under the weight of my hand on your head, clenching your fists.
You wouldn’t dare.
“What do you want?” you say quietly.
For once I think about it and as always I stare blankly at the colours in your hair mutely screaming at the Voice in my Head that calls out to you.
I can feel the answer throbbing through my veins, curling in my blood stream, shimmering through my hair.
I leave yours and run.
Fast.
Away.
They say that whatever you’re running away from will always catch up with you.
Where are you?
I’m falling.
Come find me before Gravity steals you for herself.
Slut.