cold war (original poem - not the best)

It seems to strange

to go from the fire of raised voices

and replace it with the ice 

of a silent cold war. 

If emotions were words theres plenty to say

but I feel like i'm making the wrong choices

and my heart has to pay for the vice

of pride, the cost being yours. 

Some hills are worth dying on,

this one is not. You said you understood,

so then why still are words gone

from our lips? Silence does us no good.

I wave the white flag, a note i lay upon

my last bit of hope. What is it that i could

do to make amends therapon 

and be at peace the way we should. 

You have my heart and it misses you.

I didn't think silence could hurt so much. 

Let this war come to an end and be through

so that we can be comforted by each others touch. 

I wonder if you feel this pain too,

although I doubt it, as company is not such

an important aspect to you - even when blue.

This is really crushing me.