letter to love

has it never occurred to you that staying silent, doing nothing while waiting for things to cool down might not work this time?

call me impatient, call me sensitive
your ignorance never helped solve our issues before
and it's still the same
do you really believe that you are actually at fault?
or do you actually believe I'm nothing more than a nuisance
that my concern for you is nothing more than a sign of my desperation for attention
my worry is a bother not even worth for you to mention
i stayed awake a whole night waiting for at least a brief news from you
call me impatient, but i was up all day then all night holding to your words before you hung up
call me impatient, but my patience might not make it through another day

true silence sometimes mean more than words
and right now they aren't just words
they're fucking knives piercing through a thousand times
and a thousand times more
wounds they bleed, then they heal
but before they get fixed, they sure hurt like hell

all i wanted was you dumbass. all i cared was about you