Free write feelings: oh, woe is me.
I will be.
I will be the strong and silent type.
while you break promises and blow kisses,
I will wait on my own.
Time will pass by swallowing wisdom.
Laying siege to your wishes,
Easy- you left the gate ajar.
Bitter and flabbergasted-
They will say ‘have you ever heard such a sound!?’
Angry, deaf, and shattered
with curtains billowing in the breeze.
One storm you have created
built of lying, panic, and disease.
Oh yes I will be the strong silent type,
for just this painful of an occasion.
Leaving you with a resounding nothing-
I’ll fall off the face of the earth.