There’s always that Dreadful silence That comes when You say how You truly feel for someone.

The pause… The wait… The anticipation…

Killing me.

What do they feel About me? Is it the same As my feelings For them?

The awkward silence… The overbearing dread… The painful tension…

Killing me.

They open their mouth To speak, My patience has Reached its peak…

But then they Hesitate… And close their mouth Once more.

Their hesitation, It’s literally…

Killing me.

The once romantic moment Has been drowned In that dreadful silence, The kind of silence that surrounds When something dies.

I guess my heart is Hurting, All the waiting is…

Killing me.

Will the dreadful silence Ever end? __

My prayers are answered, Just not in the way I wanted…

They open their mouth And three words, Just three Escape their lips To be said to me…

“Sorry, but no…”

Then it returned, That dreadful silence… Painful…

Killing me.

No… They said No… __

Brokenhearted, I walked away, Never going to love again, Not again and surely not today.

Love is stupid, So is the silence… All of it is…

Killing me.