Still, you persist to tell me.

Still, you persist to talk to me.

To seek forgiveness for your actions.

To shelter in expected love and giving.

Well, you will not find it here.

You say you understand if I can't talk to you.

Can't. What a word to choose.

Yesterday I couldn't talk to you, today I won't.

Tomorrow, I won't. 

And for every tomorrow until you understand what you have taken from me I won't.

Your messages and calls will go unanswered.

Your knocks will follow with unopened doors.

My silence is my answer because it's not that I can't, it's that I won't.

Until there is understanding of what you have ripped from me.

For every tomorrow until that time, I won't.

So tomorrow I won't.