silence

Silence.

And there is nothing for me to say,

because I have your attention already.

What could I possibly do to make you more intrigued?

I tell you that you bore me. That's not true.

I stay silent,

cause what if I need you again?

And so I stay silent.

I try to hush my greatest worry:

"What if I start to bore you?

Then you'd leave me before I had a chance to think."

I know if there were ever a chance that you'd go,

I would take the chance to make you cry first.

Well, maybe not cry.

"I would leave you first,"

and there was silence in return.

I would leave you even if it made me look bad,

"because I am weak," and take rejection much harder than you ever would.

"And you are stronger than you think."