Perfecting silence

The silence smiles down on me
from the stars that shine
much like the twinkle in your eye
when gazing at the pure lit moon
through a truth that never lies.
We sit here talking of lost fortunes
and our broken habits
that lay scattered on the floor
with pieces of a shattered vase
I threw at you
when I could contain my anger no more.
The silence is an empty one
much like our cups
that I never thought to refill
with the bitter coffee
you made while I was away
for lack of better things to do.
We smiled and shared a wink or two
silence being our greatest enemy
hidden between the folds of time
like our sanity
misplaced and never used
for we never wanted it to begin with.
The awkward words never filled the spaces
in between silent breathing
and pleasant thoughts
though it seems that my life has been over run
by simplicity
but my emotional travesties seem to be
the far better play
as they mess with my life until
I can stand it no more
and crawl in a corner where I am overrun
by silence.
In silence I have found myself
then lost it again on a better day
when best friends tell lies
to ruin souls
and make me begin to think
that people were made this way.
Crying silently
I need no more pain
but I just set myself on the silver platter
to be eaten away and stepped upon
to be left for a greater day
when I will loose myself again
and you will find my soul
broken on the rocks
like the dream that never went away.