Silence

I could do with the low effort.

Because my insecurities already assume that’s all I’m worthy of.

I could do with the texts left on read.

Because I probably come on too strong anyways.

I could even do with the weirdness of it all.

Because I could never understand the complexity of it all.

It’s the silence.

The silence is what does it.

It pushes me further than ever.

The silence is deafening.

All it does is help me think.

And all I think about is that I’m worth more than silence.

Yea. I’m worth more than silence.