I love how
despite how illogical it is,
somebody not speaking feels like
the end of the world.
Okay, maybe not the end.
But I get panicky,
I get worried that perhaps this is the end
despite what they've said
before.
You think you're being cute
and quirky and fun
but really they're worn out
by your smile,
they're dreading the next
time they have to pretend to
hug you
and tell you
everything's just fine.
Everything isn't fine.
I can see it.
You've been saying that
everything is fine
for far too long now
when before you'd take me
swimming in your mind,
skinny dipping where few
dare to go.
Where did that
closeness go?
Please,
speak?
This is just ew I'm sorry~