Your silence drives me mad with curiosity,
with need of knowledge and to hear your voice again,
the need of knowing you're okay.
But then your mouth opens, and words that burn
and words that break me come flooding out.
I feel my heart crack like eggs as the
violent bloodlust bird pecks its way out
and I start to realize that your silence was
my salvation took for granted and I wish for it back.
Sometimes, I realize always too late,
not knowing is so much better than hearing
the truth, the knife that plunges into my most
vulnerable places and draws out the best parts of me,
making me weak and hurt and wounded,
my heart limping around in my chest like a
beaten dog, your words bite just as hard.
Thu, April 1, 2010
by Jill Mehlman, Junior, Penn State Berks University filed under