Silent Tears
He brings her flowers, but not her favorite kind, She offers her flesh, blamed for bones she hides inside. He calls her each night, but never seeks her mind, And when she's upset, it's only her face he minds. He says he loves her, but not in the way she likes, He’ll fight with, but never for her, despite. She’ll say no once, and he won’t ask twice, He sleeps through the night while she counts sheep, restless in her plight. He shouts and turns his back, oblivious to her pain, Yet she loves him still, though love for a woman can be a deadly chain. He lives by society's rules, while she cries for choice and ease, Who knows if he loves her, or if it's just because of what he did? He wants control in her decisions, so she won’t be his burden to bear, More concerned with why she didn’t tell him, less with her despair. He says he loves her, but with conditions set tight, Loves her only when she conforms to his version of right. Not when she's herself, with her kind of drea...