Voice Box

As you sit there
Waxing poetic imagery about the dinner you had last night,
I am absorbing every word,
For I am a sponge to your every waking thought and memory.
Like a nuclear bomb went off,
And burned your shadow in my mind.

Yet, whenever I open my mouth to respond
And my voice box begins to vibrate.
You shut me down with yet another list as to why you love your boyfriend.
Instead of getting angry,
I etch every detail into my skin.
For your words are important to me,
Because you are important to me.
I only wish you could show me the same courtesy.

Next time you ask "Hannah, why don't you speak?",
I will say it is because you do not listen.
Every interruption,

Every "hold that thought",
Has shattered my voice box,
And now my words are too precious and too few
To be wasted on those who don't have the time to hear them.

Reviews

[livetowrite]

Firstly a brilliant poem. secondly I hope if this is true you have told him how you feel.