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_.