The Break

I watch you bend and break, Giving me no room for escape. The words that hang in the air Are anything but good and fair. How did it ever come to this? We used to live in such splendid bliss. I don’t know which is worse; The silent treatment or a stream of curse. My heart can take it no longer; Always thought I’d only grow fonder. But now we are at a stale mate, And I see that mine will be a lonely fate. As I turn from you and leave, Heartache and pain cause me to grieve. In time hopefully the wounds will heal, Or maybe I’ll learn not to feel.