The Fight

It's as though we are in two separate rooms,
You and I,
Or worlds, maybe.
You don't hear me when I talk,
You don't notice the anguish that twists
In the corners of my mouth,
The frustration that pulls
At my brow.
You are unaffected when I cry.

I focus on you,
What is being said on your face.
The way your body turns
Away from me.
Your head
As it shakes in disagreement
Slowly, hardly noticeable.
I wait for words
Wait for some sign that you
Hear me.
But there is no trace.

My mouth opens
but the words cannot move
twisted in a snarl of emotions
not knowing
which one to let through first.
Inside I am screaming
arms flailing
trying desperately to get your attention
to make you see me,
understand me,
forget
what it is you are trying to prove.

Outwardly silent
not one word is said,
Previous outbursts
now punctuated by silence
we are suspended in
self inflicted purgatory.
Startled movement as
you walk away
I sit and welcome
The flood of tears
And emotions
swimming my head