A Broken Heart’s Games

I like the quiet
It is comforting
I do not mind it

No hastily rehearsed lines
No quips that cut
No cruel humor

I don’t know when I came to embrace it
People just assumed it was who I was
Something about my persona

In time it became who I was;
There are worse things to be
Beyond this,
It became a sport
Of shattering people’s assumptions
It was quite a treat
To watch their widened gazes of disbelief

She has claws and fangs and a biting tongue
All this is concealed
Because I am never moved to speak
When I have nothing to say
It’s all a game to me
To see those who perceive
The complexities of existing,
No one is ever one thing

I play this game to amuse myself
To keep others at arm’s length
I suppose it’s a way
Of judging others as I have been
By weighing their humanity
In response to silence