Closed Mouth, Open Heart

He told me one day
that I say too much
of nothing,
that nothing I say
means too much
at all.
He once told me that I love too hard
but fight even harder.
He says he looks into my eyes
and sees nothing...
He hurts for all the wrong reasons,
for what I say means nothing
compared to what I do.
He told me that
he wants to love me
for everything I am...
but he can't possibly,
if he doesn't believe in what I have to say.
I closed my mouth
and I opened my heart;
Now he tells me
that I don't say enough.
Now he says
that he can't tell how much
I love him.
My love for him
reflects in everything I do,
but he can't see it
because his eyes are closed.
His ears are open far too wide,
hoping to hear it from me.
He told me that
my silence speaks pain...
My quiet speaks volumes;
I shouldn't have to say
what I feel,
if only he
opened his eyes and heart
to what is right in front of him.
He told me
that he loves me,
but my heart can't tell.