Silence is not keeping quiet
because you have nothing
to say...

Silence is having a lot
to say but no desire
to speak...

You called me ****
and I laughed

Because I am so much more than that

-h.w.

They told me
that love hurt.

silence
shimmering with the embers
of unspoken words

silence
molding the air like clay

silence that touches
with the clarity of its language,
with its glow
under the skin

your silence
stronger than the noisy city
that I am crossing today

Ioana Ieronim, **The Lens of a Flame

I trusted you with my secrets
I trusted you with my life
I trusted you with my love
I trusted you with details of my strife
I trusted you with my demons
And the darker parts of my soul
I trusted you with my odd sense of humor
I trusted you with me as a whole
I trusted you with my loyalty
And with my lighter side
I trusted you with my failures
And with everything else I hide
I trusted you with forever
And the pain that’s in my eyes
When the only thing I should
Have trusted you with was goodbye

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I sort of know why things are this way
I sort my thoughts about it into little glass jars inside of my mind

Making light of my troubles I smile past them
Making light beams shining through the darkness that is my heart

The race that I belong to of crooked misfits without the appealing
rebellious pride
The race I run everyday wondering how I'll ever chase down Time and pass it at the finish line, but I can't keep up and Time, just like Life, goes too quickly

The club trumps my heart everyday, every moment, and I do loathe being second best, yet again
The club of Inadequacy that beats me ****** and bruised everyday

The fairness of your face can alter your fate and change whether you are adored or disliked
The fairness of reality is horribly off balance and nearly nonexistent

So I must act fine and dress fine and look fine because only the lovely are loved in this world
So I must act fine even though I am not okay because I can't be what I am not and I get to be what I was born as and that is my identity and my identity only gets a single definition, only one single meaning I get to be Me and that means Me, it can't mean Me as well as Lovely.

and I just can't be a double meaning.

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My eyes widen
I want to sweat you out of my skin
I dance
I talk
I do it to forget you

Manic
Dreams
Moronic
Answers

I have a million things to say to you
about how you made me feel
how worthless you made me feel
how broken you made me feel
and I could write you a list
I could mail it to you
I could write you a song
I could sing it to you
I could scream it at you
I could cry to you all the things you did to me
tell you how much I loathe you
I could tell you how you WRECKED me
how you RUINED things in my life
how you destroyed those that I care about and love
I could etch it into your skin
leave it in a note on your doorstep
burn it into the wood of your backyard fence
...but I won't.
You really don't even deserve to know what you did to me anymore
So goodbye now.
Even though you're not even worth a goodbye to me anymore.

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