No Words

You stand here and have the temerity to ask? Demanding words of me. You must dig those holes pretty deep to bury all your whys and reasons for damaging the mind of me. You must live your life on the surface of love, too scared to dive right in. You must live a life where half the time you’re scared of what you be. You think that wounds don’t hurt as scars? You thought you’d make me cry? Perhaps one day the sun will shine and cast a different light on you? Perhaps that light will burn away the rotting hate and fear that lives in you? The cold you find within this stare in part belongs to you. The reason I’m silent in its glare is because no more am I your fool.