Mute

I have spoken so many words into your silence.

I have pleaded and placated,

I have praised and adored,

only to mostly be ignored.

It feels as if your silence has taken my words.

Your darkness has swallowed them whole,

and left a bruise on my soul.

So, with my words you have taken my voice.

But I too had a choice.

Even as I felt the breath of my last words running out,

I started to shout.

In hopes that you’d hear me

and give some of my words back.

In the end, I was mute,

so, when you finally spoke you said I had changed.

And that was the end of the game.

You know the saddest part?

I didn’t have the words left to tell you it wasn’t true.

Otherwise, I still would have said, I love you.