The Bottle, The Boy, and The Betrayal

This is what my silence sounded like.

I pray those moments you spent in that dim-lit room amounted to something greater than me. 

And the times your hands touched the bodies of nameless girls gave you a satisfaction, I could not provide.

At least then I know I was able to bring you some happiness;

if not by my love,

then with my silence.

Reviews

[Beth Wilcox]

I love this, very very beautiful and well written.