Our Own Frequency 

I’m drowning in your alphabet, and suffocating on my own words. 

We both speak the same language, but English doesn’t make sense when it’s you saying it . 

You don’t hear me no matter how loud I yell. No matter how close we are. 

We scream and scream until our voices become their own frequency of incomprehensible static. 

 So now I’m quiet. I convey my emotions though glares and grimaces. 

I don’t have to ignore you because we now we never speak. If I hide behind my hair, you will always keep walking. 

The less eye contact the better. The less sad smiles the better. The more I forget you exist around me so constantly, the better. 


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