Poem 53 of 365

When we Speak

This is too uncomfortable to sit here with you and not speak,
this is too emotionally sucidal and I no longer want to pay at its peek.

This is far too much stress then I'm willing to digest, and adds too much problem to the unhappiness in the feelings i'm now lay to rest.

THIS! Is just to complicated now for the both of us to control, Which is why I'm making the decision to leave while we still have dignity to hold.

I am, unaware of our true abilities to balance mutual respect rooted in our souls, and this continuous try to keep this smile is honestly getting old.

I know not! When to speak, sitting still with a bruised voice of confused intent, I know not, when to beleive your doller is in better control of my coined $.50 cents...so I, rebel with the purest intent.

When we speak, what is the delivered message in our speach?
When we speak, what is REALLY being said?