Why should you give up?

Because it is appropriate to?

Because you’ve exhausted both yourself and her,
because all she wants is silence, because you can never be enough?

But there’s more, you say.

If she tells you what she wants, you might be able to give it.

You can both be happy, you say.

That may be true.

There may be more under the surface; things she refuses to reach for, things you cannot touch without her aid.

But you cannot force her to want.

You can only create chaos.

There is an order to it all.

Today, order is silence. Today, order is grief.

No, you say.
Chaos can also break what needs be broken.

I can break the wall, you say.
I can try.

You are stubborn. A weeping bull, relentless and desperate to love.

I can do it, you say.

I can do it.

You can. But dearest horned lover,

you should not.