A whole box of grain stuck in my throat

Finding my thoughts,
as I gather the right words,
here I am listening loudly,
as you speak so calmly.

I'd let you take me to hell,
just to hold your hand,
one last time.

And now I'm missing the days,
when I didn't have to stare at the ceiling,
with all the words in my throat,
no wonder you find me misleading.

Won't you turn off the engine,
roll up the windows,
sit in silence, alone, with me.

To the girl I trusted

Quiet,whisper the needs,
never shall we waste,
ideas,as our soul bleeds,
I'm hypnotized by the shape of your waist.

Sounds that never vibrate,
slowly thumping heartache,
finger-banged wound prayed away,
pain slipped through my thoughts as I lay awake.

Should I run away,
and will my love forever stay?
I need a closure, 

so give me the time of day,
proceeded by the unsucceeded love of my mistakes.

Will you ever gonna change?
Is this all a game?
Should I even try to stay awake?
Will you call me late at night to keep the pain away?