Though you asked me
to say those words, should
I feel the need, should they
ever become necessary,
that hurtful sentence will never
cross my lips. Though you,
in you innocence and well-meaning,
asked me to tell you, should I
ever feel the rift growing, my limbs
hardening, your eyes seeing
me as only something I am not, you
will never hear me say those words.
You are happy.
You are so happy, and I
will never be the one to decide
my comfort is worth more
than your happiness. That
is my promise. I will only ask
one thing- please hold on
to your happiness, please, I beg
so I never feel my silence
was in vain.