Confrontation

I can't waste another day being silent.

You walked into the room, 

drink in hand and a smile on your face.

After giving me a hug,

you asked me how I was, 

so now I'll tell you the truth. 

I guess I could just fake oblivion. 

Stand there, eyes down

Stop myself from staring across the room,

but part of me longs for this dreaded confrontation. 

I want the chance to say 

what's been fermenting in this half-empty heart. 

Though I may not open the keg and pour, 

I just need the chance. 

I could compare the months to years, 

or decades, or centuries,

but I'm done being dramatic, or pretentious

or demanding that the world listen to me 

Making you my slave is painful enough. 

I keep telling myself it's your fault. 

Just say the word, and I'll free you!

But your silence is a gag pressed deep into my throat. 

So, in case you're wondering, 

I'm still pacing, 

fermenting,

suffering. 

Author's Note

Hey you guys! I was just really struggling with stuff when I wrote this, and I've always found the best way to deal with what I'm going through is to somehow articulate it. So here it is! I hope you guys enjoy this one. Thanks so much for stopping by, and have a great day!
<3 Elisa

Reviews

[Nadia Gerassimenko]

Wouldn't it be freeing if we could all just be vulnerable with each other and not have to pretend to be strong to protect ourselves from others. Healing happens when we're open and honest about how we feel.

[daninstockholm]

I do enjoy it,, I hope things are better now and look forward to reading more!! Let''s see where the muse takes you, ok?

[Elisa]

Thank you so much! Yeah things are definitely better now :D