Since we talked, I've only shed two tears.
Once, before I kissed you.
And, the second, while I was kissing you.

I told you I was anticipating our end, but you were silent.
I whispered to you my fear, but you were silent.
I explained how it felt like you didn't care, but you were silent.
I understand that you don't like talking about these things, and you remained silent.

But I also said that I am the kind of person who will always say what she's feeling, will always admit her fears, who will take the time to explain what her heart is saying, and she will continue to understand if you can't do the same.

But, my eyes feel heavy.
As if the storm has yet to come.
They hold so many emotions, and so far I've only shown you two.