volume

i whisper, lest you hear
all the things i can’t yet say –
the things you won’t hear.

—–

you’re yelling, too loud
for me to think properly
and i’m tired of it.

—–

i could scream myself
hoard, make you hear me but i
am not – not – like you.

—–

instead, i’ll save my
words for someone who wants to
hear what i’m saying.