poetry for the iII

silence

Fumbling with words, 

My mind flashed to the days you use to say "I love you."

You did not mean it though, 

For everything I expressed you'd show emotion that scared me, 

Agreeing with you just so I would not cry, 

It took will, 

It took will to see your face and not break down, 

You were perfection while I was nothing, 

I was not yours, I was never yours, 

No matter what you said, 

No matter how many times you said "I love you, baby."

He meant more to you then I ever did,

To let you know I love you was a prize possession, 

You no longer speak to me, 

Your silence now is like a gun held to my head, never knowing when the trigger will click.