Between us is silence,
Between us is the past.
I reached out,
In a whisper.
You clawed back,
In a scream.
Silence.
I will not waste myself on you,
Like I have before.
I refuse.
Weak words
Have shifted into strong silence.
I don't speak to you anymore.
I was sore,
Not blind.
I deserved and deserve so much more.
YOU ARE READING
Rainfall in May
PoetryA growing collection of recent poems with varying styles and subjects. I apologize for any errors, as this was uploaded from my mobile device.
