Estranged. Poem by Tara Schley

You didn't try to understand,
me,
trying to make you understand,
me.
You didn't listen to my
whispers, tears, screams, letters.
Not any of my words.
No matter how I said them,
wrote them.

Not my angry words at you,
my crying words at you.
my pleading words,
my kind words,
my reasoning words,
my desperate words.
Not my screaming words,
Trying to make you understanding
how you were hurting
me.
Scarring me.
Destroying me.

Now,
I say to you no more words
you have the nerve to say
to people that you do not
understand, that
either.

Well,
You had my words,
all of them.
Now you have my
Silence.

Tara Schley