“When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.”
― Rumi
—
maybe
maybe, you don’t love me anymore
maybe you can’t contain
all of me
tears
and
all
maybe, i was a clutch
to you
and now,
i am steady
no more
maybe, i was a bait
in your game
to hook yourself
to worth
maybe, i was a reality
that never lived up
to your dream
maybe, my being was tied
to your delusions
shattered,
they lie
and you
deprive me
of your words
what can hurt more
than the slicing silence
the silence
that comes before a storm
picks up your heart
and grinds it
into a billion useless shards
the silence that
rapes your happiness
and shoves pills
down its throat
the silence
that kills
less mercifully
than
a thousand shouts
the silence
that lurks
and slithers
into your bloodstream
one sigh
at a time
—
how do you feel about the silent treatment?
—
for me….the silent treatment is the lowest of the low. Keep Talkin’
Excellent, raw, to the heart
This was so relatable – love how you’ve expressed it here.
‘the silence that kills less mercifully than a thousand shouts’ – brilliantly written!