The Speed of Sound

My frequency, your waves
I make a ripple and before it can become a wave,
Your waves crash into mine and overpower.

I can scream, sob, yell or whisper but it will not be heard over you.
Can you hear me over your noise?
Can you listen at the risk of losing your voice while you steal mine?
For once, just be quiet so I don't lose my mind.

How I wish to tell you what runs through my fields of thought.
How you would recoil at the snapping, angry dragon-lilies,
Shrink away at the loud criticism of the Black-eyed Suzies,
Bite your lip at the judging faces of the trumpeting Angels,
And stare in wonder at the playful Stargazers that fill the skies of my mind.

Yet you don't,
You don't because when I go to speak you wrap your waves around my throat.
And you squeeze.
You squeeze until my eyes widen and panic enters the breathless squeaks I make.
You squeeze until fury colors my spirit and I push back,

Eyes narrowed and words venomous, striking,
But they never come.
They never come because you beat me to it,

"I hope I'm still around when you start to understand..."
And again I am silenced,
Undone by your cruel and cutting words that burn deep within me.
And once again,
My frequency causes a ripple,
Only for your wav-