Nights of Silence
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I often wonder if desire is the first language we learn
Before we speak, we reach
Before we understand, we want
There are days I want nothing
And days I want the world to kneel
Desire make a fool of the wise
And a god of the desperate
At night, there is a silence that grows
Until it has a spine and a name
I try to reason with it
But it only asks me questions I have no courage to answer
Why do you seek tenderness from those who cannot see you?
Why do you insist that love must come from another throat
when yours has a heartbeat too?
I lie awake and think
Maybe the saddest part of living
Is how much of it must be done alone
How even the softest ache echoes through a room only I will ever hear.
