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Behind the Silence

Here lately I feel
That all we've done is argue
So now when a disagreement arises
I grow deathly silent
And you wonder why
I wanted to tell you
Why it is I grow so silent
So now
I am writing this poem
To let you know how I feel
When we argue
Or have a small disagreement
Your voice sounds so sad
Hearing your voice like that
Brings up feeling
I don't believe I've ever felt
So strong before

At the first sound of your upset voice
I feel like my heart
Is being torn from my chest
And with every word you say
My suffering heart is ripped
Into a million little pieces
Over and over again

I know this sounds extreme
But these bitter words
Don't even begin to do justice
For the hurt I feel about your dispare
When I was lost in all of my tears
I couldn't find the words
To express all of this to you

Now that you've been told
The reason for my desperate silence
I hope you understand
Or at least forgive me
For my resistance to argue with you
I do not know
How many more times I can stand
My heart being ripped from my chest

I love you
And would do anything for you
So please try to understand
I'd rather not have you break my heart
For I know that is not what you want to do
Because I know you love me too
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