sometimes silence is loud.

silence.
it seems like such an easy concept.
seems.
but sometimes it’s not.
sometimes, scratch that- more than often.
it tells you exactly what you need to hear. 
it’s loud, it’s unbearable, it’s a personal hell.
yes- sometimes silence is loud, very loud.
i would know. 
i would know, because you became silent, 
and that’s exactly how it felt.
i want you to scream 
i want you to be angry 
i want you to tell me exactly how i make you feel
i want you to destroy me inside & out with your words all over again 
i want to know that you haven’t given up on me
because silence isn’t peaceful, not anymore. 
it’s unsettling, it’s dark, it’s leaving the fear of the unknown. 
on edge.
it’s you giving up on me.
and oh, how i long to hear anything other than this suffocating sound of nothingness.