Tears Hit My Pillow (poem)

Tears hit my pillow,
wetting the right side of my face
My eyes itch, my vision blurry, my skin splotchy
The lump in my throat grows like the things I wish I knew how to say to you,
all the things I need to say to you, but I can’t
I don’t want things to change,
I like the way things are, except that I don’t.
Why cause conflict and confront you
if i can just stay quiet
…
So instead I settle for the itchy eyes, blurry vision and splotchy skin,
as the tears hit my pillow