Old Poem I Found In My Room #3 (favorite.)

I want a silent poem.
One where I can't hear the pen scratch the paper.
Nails on chalkboard.
Tears on cheeks.
Backs sliding down walls.
The backseat of your car holds my secrets.
We were driving nowhere and I whispered them to you.
You didn't hear.
You weren't listening.
You never listened.
Now they are trapped on the back window.
Do you hear them when you put your groceries in the back?
The crinkling of bags.
Hurry to get home.
Before the ice cream melts.
Maybe my secrets were just white noise.
But you said you cared so I told you.
Pinky swear.
Cross my heart.
Swear on our love.
I don't think you want to hear my secrets.
Not anymore at least, seeing as I am toxic to you.
Rat poison.
Carbon dioxide.
High fructose corn syrup.
Don't tell me I was never honest with you.
I gave you everything I had inside of me.
Lungs.
Spine.
Heart.
Did you give me everything you could have?
I'm pretty sure you left some things out.
Maturity.
Desire.
Effort.
I don't think that you hear what I'm saying.
My secrets are still like still air to you.
(silence).
(silence).
(silence).
I want a loud poem.
One where you can hear my heart scream at you.
Why didn't you listen?
Why don't you listen?
I won't be silent anymore.