Silent

I don't want to talk about it
Silence is golden

Or maybe I'm just getting older

Life has taken it's toll on my soul
And happiness is always just out of my grasp

You see through me
But it's never enough

Those eyes can't see
What I really mean when I say nothing

You know me too well
But never enough

The knife is twisting in my chest

Who would have thought
You'd be the best thing to happen

You just don't understand
It will never be enough

But can I admit to love?

I never will

So here I sit

Silent



(Just to avoid any and all misunderstanding that might arise from this post: I did not write this poem recently. In fact, it is at least a couple of years old. It in no way reflects my current situation or relationship.)