When I Can't Do Anything Else

Shut up

I hate how you speak too much;

Your voice reminds me of so many things,
Your voice soothes me with the smoothness of it,
Your voice is so detailed with intricacies that I could only hear,
Your voice makes my legs tremble,
And my heart ache in longing-

I hate how you speak too much,
Don't speak to me

-What my disastrous thinking made me do. Now, I'm not talking to her.