To Noise

you drape an arm over me, busying the other with your phone its screen is hurting my eyes and your chin is hurting my ribs, but i don’t say that i don’t say a thing it’s too late, i say i don’t want to disturb you i can’t handle another fight today my mouth is closed i want to scream i want to make a noise that you won’t be able to pick apart and refute i want to tell you that i’m unhappy, that i want out that i want to make it all stop all the fights, all the tension in my chest, all the arguments i lose i want it to be gone; for us to be okay again, for your jokes to make me smile and your lips to make me weak i don’t want silence