Textbox sentiments seeping
the excitement of the unknown
and all it's anticipatory heavy breathing
yet nothing speaks volumes more than the elimination of your words


and
what you
didn't
choose
to
type

Thrown into a void of sentiments that might express
the frustration
of your antagonistic pretense

I choose to remain still and stoic
constructed barriers immense
but not nearly as powerful
as the sudden sadness I felt
as I instantly sunk into the category of every unknown woman

and so I refrain from typing a response
swallowing tears that abandoned
any common sense

even to me

must be I forgot
often times the best poets
instinctively know 
how easily to interpret
an open book

yet despite all that they are able to intuitively see
their greatest of gifts
comes neatly wrapped

in insanity