And just for thought...
It would work out better if nothing was said,
quieter if I would just disappear.
Then, there would be nothing left to say.
It could be easier if one of us flew away,
a softer fall if it could be someone other than you.
Then, I could be free of whatever it is we never were.
I don't apologize for the words spoken.
I refuse to swallow every word vomit that I spit out.
Perhaps, you are the one who is more frightened.
I still hold onto the small amount of hope left,
deny the obvious end that looms.
Perhaps, your ears have already drowned me out.
You say nothing that helps,
practicing more self restraint with your own emotions than I have.
Maybe, I should do the same thing.
You seem content to give me an audience
but you are excellent at ignoring at every syllable that I drop.
Maybe, I should just be silent.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.