Everyday,
in each sense,
I send a message.
A text;
whether it is hurting,
or a secret,
a feeling,
or a thought -

I send a message.

You talk, I stare.
I listen, you tell.
I pause, you can't hear -
In silence, I swell.
I send an eerie quietness
I say good luck
I say okay
I say that sounds bitter
In my mind it's different
It sounds more of like
*That hurt me better than the other