Honesty in Silence
I'd rather you stay quiet than lie to me anymore.
“I will always love you”
I know you heard me
Even through my choking sobs
But you offered no acknowledgment
You don’t reciprocate
Or it was too painful to admit
That I doubt
You’re too far away to feel that pain
Too disconnected to feel that love
I would have questioned the words coming from your mouth anyway
Utter honesty in your silence
Thank you
For once, I trust
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Keely Miller
a journalism student with an immense appreciation for music, baking, dogs, tv, and movies
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