Thoughts of a Silent Girl

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It's not always screams and wailing 

hitting the doorframe over and over 

with the pillow off the couch,

it's not always three am

and all the biggest hurts and regrets

are thrown at you like a swift punch.

Sometimes it's two seventeen in the afternoon

and you're washing your hands in the kitchen sink

then suddenly you no longer have the strength

to keep standing so you slump to the floor

and weep silently,

sometimes it's the small memories

of when he was two hours late to your first and only date

therefore it almost did not happen,

or when to make up for it he brought two flowers 

clipped from the bush in his front yard

because his mom said "Girls tend to like flowers"

so you kept them alive for as long as possible.