if we’re being honest, what we have won’t go very far we’re just two people on separate journeys seeking to fill the loneliness in our hearts so we play, we laugh, we giggle we tell each other one secret after another, hoping little by little that the emptiness we feel diminishes with each passing day until the time comes when we run out of things to say but goodbye and good luck. thank you for picking up my broken pieces along the way.
He doesn’t realize how far voices carry
the many painful memories it unleashes
when he shouts at the boy to do this or that
he doesn’t realize how far it brings her back
Back to a time when she had no control
no power to stop things from happening
when she was too young to say no no no
though it makes no difference, even now that she’s grown
He doesn’t know how far back it takes her
he doesn’t care and she knows that
he simply shouts a shout deep from his gut
he doesn’t get it, nor does he give a fuckity fuck.
It springs from the deepest darkest part of her
the questions it bares to her like fanged teeth what are you still doing here, it taunts her as she seethes the door’s right there; why don’t you just get up and leave?
But she cannot do that, not while she’s still bound
by self-belief-built bars of culture, expectations and her mistakes
so for now, she’ll let voices carry as far as it can take her ragged soul
screaming in the void and fracturing what long ago was once whole