Midnight Thoughts (vol.2) | Poetry

The weight of silence

No matter how hard you try
to thread your thoughts into mine,
to speak between the lines,
hoping I’ll bend to you—
no matter what you do,

I won’t say a word.
I won’t judge, at least not aloud.
I’ll stay quiet, speaking nothing,
holding every thought like a knife.

But maybe, my dear,
you should weigh your words—
for my mind judges all the while.

I used to worry, once,
about breaking us by disagreeing.
But now, the only thing I want
is for you to sit
in the thick silence,
feel it press around you,
hear what I’ll never say:

the truth you refused to know.