"WON"T YOU GET TIRED OF LOVING ME ?" she asked

"HAS THE SUN EVER GOT TIRED OF RISING." He replied.

I hate it.
I hate how you assume I'm okay.
You think that the lack of loud words pouring from my chapped lips means that all is well within my iron mind.
You haven't been paying attention to the story I have painted across lines, numbers, and years that pass by.
You haven't been paying attention to my crumbling, marble legs, or my withering, painted-on smile.
You haven't noticed the torn, tissue paper heart within the glass cavity that is my chest.
Whether I'm quiet or shattering the silence with my anguished screaming, you never seem to notice.
I hate that.

No words do this just
It shall remain underwritten
But to sum it all up;
Darling, I'm smitten

"I Love You"
He said to her
She looked at him
with fear in her eyes
"Why does that scare you so much?"