Monday, March 2, 2009

The fact that you don't tell me hurts much more than what you'd have to say.

"Of course." ...of course.
You say it as if I'm silly for asking.
But... I don't think you would.
It hurts, yeah. More than probably anything else you could do. But... it hurts so much more that you don't tell me.
I know you're just trying to avoid
hurting me.
But... I'll take the truth over secrecy any day.
I miss your honesty with me.
Not that you lie to me now.
I believe that you tell me the truth...
but... I shouldn't have to ask for it.
And... I know you're busy,
but please,
please don't just brush me off.
Again, not that you try to.
But... it hurts anyway.
I'm glad for you when things are good,
And I believe that you will pull yourself back up,
when they aren't.
But please...
just...
tell me.

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