Nothing taunts me like the unsaid.
Nothing stops me like an ache in my chest
And an empty page,
Builds frustration
Up to the cliff and
Tips it into blind rage.
Irritating , irritating…
I keep thinking when  I’m older I will know something.
All I know is I am wrong  
Same song they were singing when I was
Small enough and swinging,
Face feeling the wind,
Thinking I’d never see a face again,
Not a single one I cared to
You said I‘d never see you.
Promises all fell through
The fragile surface constructed
Of your BOLD face lies.
I hate you, I hate you…
But you must have always known that.
Because nothing taunts me like the unsaid,
And lets face it
you never said enough.