17 March 2007
11:59 PM
silencethis silence that's hanging
between the two of us,
this lack of words,
inarticulation
pressing on, buzzing through the
millions of wires that are shot up into outerspace
and raced through the air into our phonelines again.
this silence that weeps in our hearts,
that strangles our souls
as it yearns to speak, yearns to sound,
yearns to be spoken,
and spoken to.
it's what we call understood.
this silence is secretly screaming in our heads
as it's transported into the completely complicated
realm of our hearts.
and we listen to this silence,
yes, we both read and understand it.
this awkward,
yet beautiful
silence
missfuriously scrabbling through those mashes of memory
desperately hoping to re-enact the scenes in your mind.
the anguish of "forgotten", of something once lovely fading away.
when you miss it, you grasp it so tightly
that it crumbles
there, right in front of your eyes,
in your own hands.
then you drop to the ground, hysterical.
frantic to reclaim every bit of memory that has
slipped away like a thousand tiny beads that've
escaped from an uncapped container.
you don't want to miss a single of them for
"incomplete" is unacceptable.
you must have it.
you need it.
cause without it, you'll never stop feeling as though
something is amiss,
"nothing's quite right."
what's left is bleak, hopeless, hurtful.
you've turned into miss emo poet.
