talk to me, you must
like me, you have to
otherwise,
I will erase you.
delete you
because, you
don't like me
enough

emotional blackmail
heaped upon guilt
pressure piled high
demands too much

where is the content in quiet solitude?
peace in togetherness without voice?

speak to me
now,whether
you want to or not.
Or else
I will know
you don't like me.
you will make
me cry, bleed
you must like me.
I will make you.

forced communication
sucks joy from the words