If you're holding on in silence,

then I'm loudly letting go.

I've had enough to dwell on

and it's time I let you know.

Each passing day is withering

my patience and my head,

I'm aching from too much thought

and wishing they were dead.

In the end this may ruin me,

but I search for anything more

and the weight of your indecision

leaves me waiting for what's in store.

Why should I waste my time

when nothing could come of this but trouble?

And everyone here knows this is true

but none know the meaning of "subtle".