I am in this relationship.
Its not awkward.
Its not violent.
Its not intimate.
The type of silence when something wants to be said, but is held back.
So I hold back my response, because like always…we’ll get nowhere,
even though we’re riding in this car together.
We’re just silent.
Its like she’s choking on her emotions,
which is suffocating me.
the most said is a greeting.
Just a “Hi” or a “Hello”
On the outside our presences seem to be mellow,
but in the depth there is tension, with obviously invisible conflict.
I am that child,
walking in her parents foots steps.
Destined for success
Assuming I don’t want to be heard,
with attributes that speak volumes,
We remain silent.
Everything forcing us to make conversation,
but the restraint of her tongue is intimidating.
I am confused.
Within everything that’s been said;
I am still not sure how to perceive it.
Its like my good news is being taken for bad news,
and my bad news for worse,
So I feel like,
I feel like I’m not even worth the words.
Which is why
I pass by in silence.
I’m afraid, because time is moving quickly.
Silence is known to be deadly, and I see no future assets in this Gold.
Holidays no longer filled with warmth, but with coal.
I try to manufacture some happiness into this relationship,
its not working….
My heart keeps sinking,
deeper and deeper and deeper.
This relationship goes deeper than the wounds we’ve made visible,
These hand-me-down scars are invisible.
Now its not just the suffering of one,
everyone’s worn their heart on their sleeve at some point.
There is no Freedom of Speech.
Divided we stand, and united we have fallen.
But when its too hard to stand,
Ive learned, its okay to kneel.
Only when I’m down here, I’m asking for her hand,
because this relationship is until death do us part.
Although it’s killing me trying to comprehend.
I will not stop.
I know love exists,
I just hope the first steps to rebuild our foundation,
We can share a smile.
The real kind,
and not the ones forced by Silence.