Say something. The silence engraved on the air is thick and painful.
Say anything. Cuss at me until your face goes blue.
You say nothing, and I pry at the walls you've built from brick.
I'd say I'm sorry, but through this suffocating emptiness my words are sucked up like quicksand.
I'd say I'm sorry, I'd say anything if it meant I could hear your voice again.
I'm sorry. I should've been super human to protect us both from this hell.
So say something, before my lungs fill with concrete.
Say anything, before words escape my mind.
Still nothing, so I guess I'll get by doing what little my crumbling body needs.
I'm sorry, the words I'll never say.
You let go, that nothing becoming everything I know.
I'm drowning in the ocean of things never spoken.
Don't call me, my phone has been dead for weeks now.
You never called me. So I became best friends with my bed.
I need to feel something, anything, I just feel dead.
The bags under my tired eyes weigh down my thoughts.
They ask me why I'm always so down. Well, I'm pinned by the words I never said.
Those words multiply under my eyes and feed off my now empty tear ducts.
I wish I could cry. I miss you. I'm sorry.
Say something.
Say anything.
Say everything.
Say... nothing.
BINABASA MO ANG
Why Don't I Write You A Poem
PoetryI write poetry all the time to an empty audience. I don't expect posting it here to be any different but at least I'm putting my work out there.
