All this noise in my head
gets tangled up,
thoughts ricochet off
defying gravity and reason,
coherence,
and I just need a way
to make it stop,
still,
a chance to catch my breath
and my self
make sense out of this turmoil
but it's too hard alone
and too hard together
and all that's left is
a fast forward through this mess
that we've made,
that you've made
and I allowed,
that I keep adding to
unable to silence the one note
that is you
in all the noise that swirls around
and I get the panicky feeling
that shutting that note up
will be the day a part of me dies,
with all that silence in my heart.

04/03/2009

Posted on 04/04/2009
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