Silence

I used to study TV shows and movies to learn what to say in social situations

I was just another girl with undiagnosed autism

The borrowed words of others did not fit well into my life, because I could not defend what I had said.

I mistook your outer attributes as a reflection of inner beauty, until you opened your mouth and nothing came out.

Maybe your treasure is buried deep, under your deafening silence punctuated by sharp criticism.

I want to splash paint on your rigid walls and mud on your pristine luxury vehicle.

I feel the razor’s edge with which you critique yourself and the world and I know it won’t be long before I feel the sting of that blade, until your guillotine comes crashing down on my neck.

I’m not perfect- I need you to accept that, and I will try to do the same for you.

If you are so skilled at reading energy, why can’t you see that I’m not into you?

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