my silence weighs on you like a
burdening cloak
my questions cease to come out
you like it, you gloat
until the day you realise
how tired i am
how the sun has left me
too many times
and my silence becomes deafening
my silent tears are streaming down
your face now
my silent heart is breaking in
your chest now
and the pools of nervous sweat
are falling from your brow
the world is a symphony of love
and you denied me
the care I so desperately desired
the kind of persistence you refused
to admire
if books could taint words
and mine could not haunt you
what are we doing?
pretending there was anything
left to do
what am i doing,
in the world of worlds where my
words do not dispirit you
and spirits of silence encompass
my mind
demoralising my feeling and sense
of care which I once claimed
to be there.
when my silence finally aggravates you
and my soul calmly emancipates you
your pain will be nothing
to the girl who once loved
you so much
the world could fall at your feet
and your heart would skip a beat.
but my silence will finally
learn to let you go
and the process of healing
will be slow
yet i will be strong in the withering waters
of your silence.
