Speak the words that play on your lips, but that don't seem to ever past them.

      I cannot bear this silence.

     The few words you do speak, reassure and reinforce the faith I placed in us.

     But all those unsaid words weigh heavier on my conscious.

     There is so much uncertainty in the unspoken.

     I can only fight the doubt in my mind for so long.

     And while I try to stay positive, it is just as easy to associate it with delusion.

     I am left to assume the worse.

     I cannot read your mind.

     When your feelings are left uncertain,

     I am led to believe that they are inexistent.

     If my intuition is right and you feel as I do,

     I advise you to speak up soon.

     I've done my talking.

     I can only tolerate so much.

     I know what I deserve.

     And while I believe that you can live up to those expectations,

     I need you to show me.

     I need you to speak the words behind your bitten tongue.

     For until then I am likely to assume your disinterest,

     And it won't be long until I move on.