men, poetry

Silence

I try

To say what hurts

But you tell me

What I meant

And it’s not

What I meant

So we sit

In the dark

And when you find our

Bodies

You pretend you did what

You could

Because if no one listens

Then we will find solutions

Which are permanent

To temporary problems

Solved if only

People

Fucking

Listened

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