i wish that you would turn down the sound
so i can hear
the bubbling of those
sauces i am cooking
the soup
i hope it satisfies your lips
i hope you hear my music
it makes me smile
i hope it inflicts the same effect
upon you
as it does upon me
why won't you let my
breath live on in freedom
the times
i brush my teeth in darkness
is the only time my mind is on its own
to recall
i want nothing more
for you to hold me in your gaze
stare at my picture for hours
upon hours
memorise
immortalise
stare so long
that you can recreate the curves of my face
verbatim
i listen to these patterned rhythms
they send me to sleep
so loud
as so i do not here your voice
walking and stomping through my head
i wish that you could taste these
sullen flavours
i omit to you
forever
and cherish them
far further than my breath can reach
turn down that noise it pollutes my head
my thoughts turn into
overcooked
boiling water simmering
salt and oil
spitting
it pinches my skin and it feels
alive
to feel you touch my skin is
to feel alive
i wish that you could always touch me
in silence
let me extinguish
and calm
calm myself
let me play my own music
to calm myself