Surrounded by piercing silence
one must ponder when one does not want to speak to another
to what extremes do they wish to exceed
one's respect? pride?
they become the one thing they said they weren't: rude which makes me brood
in what kind of mood? one of distaste

volatile silence
I must say
one can play
two can too
utterly in dismay
a big boo boo
my pen stops
but the silence remains.
who won?
not me
I hope you're happy.
Because I'm not.
Who would be?
I wish I didn't care
but I did, do.