Deny to Death

"Weak, weak"
You called me.
I wanna hear it. Every time
From your lips to mine.
I ignored you.

A gust of anger swept through you
and you left.

Come back,
my silence said.
Talk to me again.
Don't just call me Weak.
Talk to me!

You were sitting far off.
My stubbornness crept closer to you
but it is much stronger.
It resisted the very thing that attracts it
My stubbornness is used to that.


"Skwater"
You texted me
I put my phone down, angry at first
That's all you could say?
Convinced not to give a damn,
I still replied.

"Skwater ka jan"
As cold, as neutral, as angry as I could.
Thought twice if I should go unlimited to talk to you more.
You didn't reply.
And again my silence groaned,
Come back.

Come back
To where we were before.

Back when neither of us get hurt
When "Weak" is all you could say
And to ignore you is all I could do.
And that's all right.

Back when there was no expectation to be loving
Accommodating,
exclusive.

Back when you and I were just friends
And to talk and insult each other is what we do best
Instead of pushing these feelings into tiny bottles of silence
That are weighing heavier and heavier each time