“Turn the volume down” my mother always shouted.
“How could music possibly hurt?” I thought.
Now I’m shouting in my head,
Asking you to turn the volume down.
The darkness is hurting my eyes.
The silence is blasting in my ears.
I find ways to silence your silences.
But that one look into your eyes-
You take away so much,
leaving me with words you will never say.
I can’t let you take anymore of me-
my smiles, my tears and my words.
I will soon be out of them,
for I’ve been spending them all on you.
And move away before I steal your words to write my story.
Don’t blame me for reading the pages you thought were blank.
I know you never tell me anything.
But teach your eyes not to talk.
They say more than you ever will.