You want to see the real me?

Close your eyes

And open your heart.

Stop expecting what you thought was true.

Do you know what that is or was?

When you find out,

Let me know.

Do me the favor of shutting your mouth.

Words, words, and more words,

They don’t mean a thing.

Utterances and vibrations the mouth creates

Pass into thin air and die,

But what the heart speaks remains forever,

Though often hidden, embedded in silence.

You ask me (in words again)

How to know what’s inside me,

But I stare at you,

Shake my head.

Were you ever really listening?