Actions Will Always Speak

Actions speak louder than words,
a common phrase I once lived by.
I got used to how actions yell,
drowning out the meaning of words.
I reached a point where the noise
was deafening, knew what I had to do.
The negatives bit me, but I knew
I had to cleanse myself of the toxic.

But now, actions speak louder than words,
and I ignore them, sweep them away.
Now I sit in silence as crickets sing to me,
and I wonder why I do so.
The actions are clear, true cues of like,
but I will always explain them away.
Why? Because I don’t want my heart cracked.