nothing is ackward not this sinlence not your voice not the breaking the tearing and ripping of my heart into bite size pieces tell me it again say it loud scream it at the top of your lungs the hieght of your person mean it mean every word every time you repeat it it isnt anything a ripple across my placed waters a whisper in the midst of a storm you were nothing we are no more repeat it we are nothing your words well up inside you such force such magnitude to be so soft against my skin and all your screams are silence in my ear you are done but we are finished long before our echoes have already faded our memories are past try as you might this means nothing to me this means nothing to anyone not this silence, not your voice not breaking of your heart.