I promised myself I wouldn't talk to you
For a week.
Every day of that week,
I woke up feeling sick.
Feeling like there was a pressure cooker
In my chest
And the only way to let off steam
Would be to say something to you.
I battled.
I won.
I trudged through every ****** moment,
And yes,
It was hard the entire time,
And yes,
I hated myself for being unable to stop
Wishing I could just fold.
And the only thing that kept me going
Was that if I waited long enough
Maybe you'd notice you wondered where I went.
If I could just wait a week, that was how long it had been
Since you said anything to me.
If I could wait a week
We would be on equal footing
For once.
If I could just
For once
Not be the one trying so ******* hard
To get your attention...
And here it is,
A week.
A week I bribed myself through
With the promise that the moment it had passed
I could say one little hello to you,
And the possibility that maybe you'd say something
Back.
Here it is,
A week
And
What I realized this morning
When I opened my eyes and thought of you
Like always
Is that now that I've gone this far
I am afraid to lose my self respect...
Just for now, I have a glimmer of pride in my own heart.
Just for now, I find that I am much more afraid to say something to you
And have you ignore me again
And feel powerless and stupid and...
WEAK again,
And have to live in fear, loathing myself for loving you so much,
Than I am to trudge on in painful
But calm
Silence.