3 a.m Nightmares

our words.

You don't lack emotion,

you just lack courage.

You write him words with cautioned fingers

and get hurt when he doesn't react.

He's never been a subtle one,

you know that.

I know better.

I don't lack courage,

I just lack sympathy.

I write him bold words with drowning ink

and get angry when he cries.

He's never been a decisive one,

we know he lies.

I should know better,

but sometimes I don't.

He knows that.