you think these words are easy to write, that
they slip off my tongue,
out of my mouth
and dissolve in the air of someone's ignorant ears,
ears that don't want to hear things
that will hurt their hearts,
hearts that shut down to the pain
you have brought
and with all the good you passed by
now turning to shame
you think it could be fixed but it can't,
because how can you talk if these things and this pain
is the only treasure you got