Our relationship was always vibrant,

even loud.

Endless kisses neither stifled the giggles that escaped my lips,

nor the howling declarations of love from his.

The irony wasn’t lost on me

that our ending would be just as loud.

There were no declarations

of hate,




Just the clanking body of a now tin man

failing to sneak from our bed every morning,

and the creaking sounds of that same bed

from me turning away from him every night.

A bed that was once filled with his lustful grunts,

and my purrs from lovemaking.

You see,

the thing is,

everything gets louder when lovers go silent.



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