An empty room

I live too much of my life
in my head.
I stand before you.
I hear you.
You are angry.
You are scared.
You need to know
that I love you.
That I trust you.
You need to know
that I won’t leave you.
The words are there,
in my head
but cannot reach my lips.
My silence angers you.
You take every word
I do not say
to heart,
to a broken heart.
And you leave.
I stand there
In the deafening silence
and watch you leave.
I love you, I say.
I trust you, I say.
I would never leave you, I say.
but I say these things
to an empty room.