In my world
colors are swirled together
and twisted around my head,
so tightly they make me want to scream.
But I can't,
because that would be too easy.

And when I met you,
and you played me a song,
I felt as if
for once in my life,
I wasn't suffocating
and things were distinct.

The colors did not run.

But you are great at that game
where you mix up the palettes,
and suddenly my black and white
is purple and green.

So tell you what.
You step back,

and I'll scream.

I'll scream loud and shrill and hard.
I'll scream till I can't anymore,
till my throat goes dry and hoarse
and I can't breathe.

Then maybe you would listen.