i feel as if this silence between us should burn my throat every time i speak about it
boil my insides every time i think about it
spring hot tears down my face every time i realize it
but none happen
should i become accustomed to this void?
should i wear the emptiness like a silk shirt for all to see?
i'll just sit here and wait patiently for you to beckon
but how long will my nerves last?
how long will i stand against the wall that has been unintentionally created
feeding sweet nothings to you as i receive not but one in return?
if i were to talk about this
when would we have time?
if i were to make a decision about this
when would you know?
i think of you so terribly often
and what life would be like if you were here with me
do the same thoughts pass through your mind?
