I cannot explain my fear
of what you must think of me,
because I don't know what you're thinking
when we are not speaking.
so the void is filled with
all those old sayings,
cliches and paraphrases
of what I've heard before.
even after all this,
I am still surprised, every time, when what you say
pushes those voices away
I wish you could wrap me in your arms
so I never have to hear their words again.