but her silence became a villain,
in the story written by this universe,
and directed by time,
produced by fate, in my view.
Maybe I am the villain,
she was the heroine from her view.
Stories are perspective,
but the honest truth remains, my love for her.
Her silence became more dangerous
than her actions ever were.
Her silence and my tolerance
only allowed the relationship to break.
Silence was not the only cause,
but it played a major role in our parting.
If I begin, we would only argue
about who went silent first, and why.
Is it worth living without her?
a question I was never able to answer.
Even I ended up with silence,
the very thing that cost me dearly.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
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