How do I speak
When there’s nothing to say?
You cry and you shriek
While I walk away.

There’s nothing else
That I can do
To stop myself
From hurting you.

Because we’ve hurled
Nasty words
You broke my world
Into thirds.

Me, you
And the fights
So what is true?
Have we reached full height?

Have we stopped growing
All I know is that
You’ve stopped hoping.
So then how do we know where we’re at?