And there it is The silence I won the argument You realized it now You have no other points to make No other perspectives No better arguments Nothing to make me lose You stare at me with feverish eyes Brows furrowed Face red Mouth pressed shut I won the argument But for what price? Silence sharp as a knive Hate fills the room Maybe I should have stopped At the right moment Then I wouldnt have you starring at me Like you just fell out of love