By the alarm on a watch that no one wears.
By the heat blowing on my head.
By the cold air blowing underneath the door.
Your constant need for attention.
Your considerable lack of affection.
Your voice when you feel you are right.
Your hard skin next to mine.
Your brittle voice next to my ear.
Your harsh words reverberating in my mine
Sometimes silence is my best quality.
Sometimes being still is best.
Sometimes sitting alone in a corner
Is the only thing that gives me rest.