Oh No, She's Quiet Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Call it women's intuition—
but she knows the power of silence,
how to bend you to her will,
whether she's calm or not.
Eventually, you'll crack,
if given enough time.
Trying to figure out what's wrong,
following her from room to room,
asking question after question—
whether you're crazy now
or crazy later,
it's soon to happen.
Oddly enough,
the various cigarette and liquor companies
profit from her silence—
the way, even at your best,
it still finds a way to get your attention.
Even if you manage to block her out,
bringing it up at another time is just an argument.
It's best to take a minute and get yourself together.
no matter what you do.
You can't trust the way she stares,
you can't trust the way she laughs.
It's all a trap.
You won't realize it until it's too late.
Through her messiness,
through her beauty,
through her chaos,
She just wants to see how you'll react,
if you'll reach for her,
even when she's right in front of you