poetry for the poetic: 5

LX

i scream away the day and ask if things will change. my heart won't break a sweat until it senses how distant you have been. my lips won't speak because of the silence from across our bedroom floor. i scream into a pillow. the pillow, my pillow. the one that paints my dreams. the one that answers my phone calls. the one that writes me love letters. the one that kisses me goodnight. the one that talks to me, softly. share with me where your mind goes. i look away when things get to loud. you can slam a door. you can break a cup, you can crack a vase. but when things get too loud. i often act like staying up too late. tvs are off and on relationships. phones are dead end conversations. the sky is a blankly blinking flirt. and when things get too loud. all i ever want to do is shut down.