Silent Noise

What was the auspicious moment in our relationship?

When I kiss his fragile lips?

Reforming this split emotion, we neglected?

It hurt knowing you pretended.

We were mending our vocal scrapes.

"I love you," I say, my face caped.

His silent noise was his way;

of belligerence each day.

I said, "I wasn't satisfied,"

you embodied wrath bound by pride.

Mind-numbing annoyance, childish games,

I will pray that you, may one day be tamed.