your voice; it envelopes me.
emotions,
so evident.
so much expression from speech you don't express in.
words never mean as much before you speak them.
ah, you're one articulate *******.
words are only of meaning when you use them.
                                                             speak to me.
tell me about your fears, and i'll tell you how i only feel brave with you by my side.
                                                          ­   speak to me.
tell me all that goes through your mind. i've never loved hearing someone's thoughts so much before.
                                                             speak to me.
i want to know what you love the most. talk to me about your mom. your brother's dog. talk to me about which sibiling you'd prefer to talk to when there's no one else home. then, define home. tell me about all your favorites. i have them memorized unconsiously.  what keeps your blood racing? tell me. tell me, i want to listen. i want to know how you've grown to be so beautiful.
                                                      ­       speak to me.
i want to know what you hate the most.
tell me about those behind your undying rage; those behind your anger. so i can burn them to ashes.
                                                         ­    speak to me.
talk to me about what overwhelms you the most. what emotion drains you? i want to know whether it's despodency or hollowness that cripples you. is it both? i want to know whether you fall in-between self-hatred and self-love or on either end of both. in other words, are you aware that you're ethereal.
                                                      ­       speak to me.
i'd love to hear your voice again. tell me more.