Silence is like
maggots to rotting flesh,
***** to a rock hard liver,
and drought, in any area
other than the desert.
It hurts, more than it helps.

Yet still, I have
too much pride to beg
for your forgiveness,
and know still that it would
not do me any good.
Only add more scabs
to my scarring knee caps.
No, I know that I have to wait.
Wait until you're mature
enough to realize
that people, normal people
make mistakes.

Silence is like a life boat,
with a hole in the bottom,
hurts, more so than helps.
So when you jumped
out of the burning ship,
I was the one who sank.
Thanks.