Loud Silence

This smattering of secrets between us
Is gnawing at our burrowed silence.
It exists there, lingering upon soft lips
Hiding behind 'sorries' in defiance.

I speak to you without sound, and sometimes
you hear my inner whispers,
the tendrils of these secrets we keep between us
Suffocating us to whimpers.

Speak up, I can’t hear you,
I’m drowned by our incessant noises.
Our mistakes are screaming,
Crowded by all the loud poisons.

We forge a smile nonetheless,
And once again our silence gets crowded,
Of words devoid of voice
of silent secrets that were once shouted