don’t whisper.
sweet nothings
mean nothing from
the tongue of no one
someone I can’t
see, hear, feel, touch, know
don’t whisper,
just yell
the truth in
a language I can understand.
we have been us so long
that I don’t know
how not to be
but if it must be,
I’ll learn.
just yell.
from where you see it
hills and long highways
away from this love
from where you see it
on the other side of
compassion
off the turnpike for
reaction
near the volatile intersection
of provocation and patience
I push
(keep pushing)
and hope you’ll
play
don’t whisper.
I can’t understand
your mumbling, nor
your jokes. I laughed
to temporarily dull
that pain and
shade the harsh
spotlight of reality:
while I am
who I am
always me,
a part of me can
only be who you made me.
just yell this
what am I supposed to do?
it feels wrong
(as I know better)
but I can’t help
the difficulty
in defining me
without you
don’t whisper.
the din of disappointed dreams is
too loud.
just yell,
so I can hear
the words you give me.
how do I begin to live?
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