Ignore.

Words come to me in abundance

I use them not, in times like this.

I let you continue meandering about,

I let you build emotion, angst, anxiety, doubt.

My greatest of weapons is sometimes other's largest weakness

when applied properly, I watch even the mightiest minds bleed.

So they continue on with composed and educated route

and I don't even let one single word out.

Then the fun begins : a physical dance is garnishment to words

I continue staring holes through them, so hard , they might burn

Sometimes they'll appear near face, raising voice and increasing exasperation

I hold tongue tight : they may have verbal diarrhea, I'll have constipation.

Eventually it becomes evident that perhaps I don't care

and as they start waning, I hold ground just right there:

They are creatures of orbit and come back to talking and being distraught

wondering how one so silent could bring utter oblivion, destruction wrought.

The beauty in my tactic, is I never share it with you, I merely give context clues

You plead your case once, twice, three times even, and walk away darkest blue

I'll not raise hand, or perform the dance you've rehearsed so well

But I'm happy to impart unto you just a small piece of my living hell:

Ignorance is bliss thus I ignore you

I find a smile, you find abuse.

You are almost caged by no construct or verbalization

Because I said nothing, and that's too real, a realization

Now if only, this meant you could feel the aches and pains I suffered in mine.

I'd flip that switch in a heartbeat, I'd toss you in , my concubine.

The agreement is clear, though perhaps not in paper

we are this, perhaps in some cases less than, but never greater.

To ignore one in time of desperation isn't one of the listed sins

but man, is it just as aggressive to one in emotional rift

My mouth remains but closed, my mind knows it's a weakness exposed

You continue speaking, words heard, understood, but no further they go.

You can't win the game, if the other party wasn't playing

simple enough, but did you miss what I was saying?

I'm not the pawn waiting for the next move

I'm the king that stayed put, ruling his land, power proved.

Though they may echo in my heart when the wall nearest my heart crumbles

It'll be long after you've dressed the part of the fool who curses and stumbles

They'll wonder how I did it , to put up with a creature driven so mad

and they'll never understand I did it, and I'll say," I couldn't help but feel bad"

Ah the villainy and irony indeed.