Can you hear me?

When I shout at the top of my lungs that I hate you? Maybe when I shout at the top of my lungs to get out of my head? How about when I finally whisper that I actually love you instead?

Can you hear me then?

Can you hear me when I ask you to stay away from my new favorite song? Because I want to enjoy some distraction from you. I want to enjoy something without wondering if you’d enjoy it too.

Can you hear me when I tell you to get out of my car when I’m singing at the top of my lungs to whatever jam that’s blasting out of my stereo? As much as I want to see you singing, you’re not there.

Can you hear me when I tell you that I miss you? I miss you so much, and I know that might be wrong, but what is a guy supposed to do? When you surround all I see, it makes it tough not to miss.

Can you hear me when I laugh at the movie we watched together, cursing your name because I can’t even watch that shit in peace?

Can you hear me when I curse you for living in my head rent-free? Do you see your name in each one of my writings?

I guess you can’t hear any of that, can you?