Your silence.

It's loud.

It shouts at me.

"Your presence is rejected."

That's what it says.

"Rejected by even me."

 

Your silence.

It's a knife.

One I handed you and told you what to do.

"Take it."

That's what I said.

"Take it and pierce my heart."

 

Your silence.

It's blunt.

It doesn't pierce like a knife should.

It doesn't end that quickly.

It hurts ten thousand times more.

These bruises linger and hurt when I move.

 

Please don't be silent.

It hurts.

Please don't reject me.

I can't take this pain,

Not from the blunt knife,

The silence that won't fade away.