Hangs so loud in my ears. Like the roaring of a waterfall. Deafening me. Almost coloured a ball of conflicted emotions twisting and swirling barely beneath the surface. Reluctance prevails. Tonight I dream that you long for my presence. That my silence screams in your brain, like listening to the drum of the earth. Vibrating through you.

Sweet nothings thought. Reality is I wonder if you've looked even once. If the hot disappointment fill your mouth with that spicy-sour flavour. If your fingers itch, if you're only half present. Your mind swirling all the insecurities. Makes me awful that I deign your misery. But to matter enough.