You once told me that love fucked you over.
I was silent for a minute. Then I told you that I’ve always liked listening because it was the only way to silence all the other voices I heard.
You said that if I was smart I wouldn’t want to listen.
I said that I’ve never been very good at being smart.
You barely smiled.
I didn’t care if you were broken.
You looked me and told me that’s what they all said.
You told me that’s what they all said too.
I looked into your eyes.
You looked back into mine.
I liked the sound of your silence.
You said you liked the sound of my silence.