#121 Silent Things

On paper impressed, my words are silent things. I cannot stand yours. I cannot stand you. Your words sound loud but say little.

You love too much. I, not enough. I'm miserable in love. You're miserable without.

I cradle my inner child. She's endured enough. You have killed yours a thousand times over.

Polar opposites. We repel and attract; I cannot hold you in my hands. But I will hold you in my heart.

Your disappointment weighs heavy. But I will hold you up like Atlas. Loving you forever my punishment.

I won't complain. For I am a silent thing.