Quiver

You know, I’m still in denial.  I mean, during the day, with people around to distract me, it’s not a problem.  But at night, all alone, just thinking to myself, I wonder: Do you still love me? Is this all some elaborate plot?  Do you even miss me?

The worst is when you are there, but you ignore me.  Like a blight on your personal history; you don’t want anyone to know.  And having mutual friends is even worse, because when you’re there, I can’t speak.  I keep my silence, in fear that you will yell.

Everybody knows your violent nature; how you can’t keep anger in, […]