You think I don't know you like the back of my hand?
That I can't read you like my favorite novel?
Think again.
Everything you're trying to suppress from me...
come on, don't doubt my intelligence.

You just won't say any of it to my face...
instead, you'll let it seep through your presence,
through the vibes you give off on the ever so rare occasion
that you're near me these days,
silently tugging at my mind with your gaze,
which speaks more than your mouth ever will.


There's nothing to say?


Really?


You're just not saying it.


I don't have a problem with you.
I'm just left here to watch
as you continue to build a wall between us.
Yet you want me to open up,
to tear down the barrier you're creating
and bond with you as I once did.

It doesn't work because
you're not saying what you ought to.
It doesn't work because
you're contradicting yourself.
What you say and what you won't
are two completely different things,
because what you SAY
isn't
how you FEEL.