hidden grief.

This love, why does it come with few words?

It hurts; the way you keep mute even when you talk.

Our hearts ought to intertwine.

I ought to know your thoughts, but you hide, you hide beneath your smile, you conceal the emotions that ought to be my concern. Why?

When I said yes, I said yes to crying with you. I said yes to bearing your grieves, yes to fighting with you. Why do you hide you?

The love I know shares secrets, scars and wounds, bruises and every tissue that has been loosen, yes, taken out of place.

I long for that day when I will know you.

Stop hiding your pains, you divide my personality, because I have to fake my understanding of your being.

This isn't what love means. 

I shall tell you later, has become your favorite line.

Why, when, where?

It's been forever. I thought I was a part of you. I thought i should know what you do.

Why are you hiding you?

Every event, every day was supposed to be told, that is what I thought relationship was.

Baby, I have tried to beat through your nerves, asking if there is anything you'd like to share. It kills me, that I only know the taste of your lips not the content of your heart. Stop it. You make me to stop being alive.

Tell me everything..

Trust me..   

Tell me... .you are safe, I promise.

Your pride will be respected.

Oh, this love hath speaketh so rarely 

Oh, this place is quiet.