he chooses silence while she chooses attention
from anyone who will give it to her
he thanks them for the invitation
but he will not go. and everyone knows.
she drowns her pain in things, things, and more things
he holds tight onto what he does have
though it isn’t much. and they all know.
he folds his frustration into tiny, little pills
and swallows, already feeling lighter
she drinks hers slowly
loving the warmth, but hating the burn.
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