Ex- Conversationalist

Words
Fly away
On leather wings
But i don't listen.
Sentences spiral
out of control
I ignore you
And carry
On with my
Latest mission.
Your speech melts away
As easy as snow
in the summer sun.
Now you have discovered
why are conversation's
ends constantly
As if they never begun.

I'm deaf,
Probably?

I cross endless street's
just to avoid your gaze
its easier for both
of this way.
You are relentless
You begin to pursue
But there
is no point
in talking
if i cant hear
you.