So that you will hear me...

So that you will hear me,
Sometimes my words morph into shapes you can recognize.
They were once trapped in my dark room, seeped into the walls...
They knew my sadness, truly, knew it more than you.



I watch my words from far away,
And they look more like your words than mine.
I believe you are to blame...
Because you fill everything, everything.



Now you are there occupying my spaces.
So my words flee from my dark haven...
And surface in ways you can see them
But no longer can I feel them.



Now I want you to hear them,
I want them to tell you what I long for you to hear.
And you have made them lighter...
Out of the quiet cavern of my thoughts, my words are now yours too.