I’m tired of your silence.
Fuck the way people tell me
that you don’t need to
constantly fill the empty
noise with words.
What’s the point of having
a voice if you can’t use it?
If I wanted white noise
I would listen to the sound
of my own heart going in
and out of its own despair.
I want your words,
I want your emotions.
I want the soft and roughness
of your vocal chords
all throughout the day.
We can be quiet when
we sleep. But for now
I want the tune of your tongue
filling in all the empty air
that surrounds us. I want you
to tell me everything
and anything and I don’t want
you to think that I would
rather take the silence
over your voice.