Sparks in the Dark

Poetic Justice

You know, I've never understood the phrase "poetic justice", because no matter how many poems I write it'll never hold up to the feelings I experienced loving you. Words could never do justice for a feeling, not only does everyone feel everything to drastically different but everyone also interprets things differently. So many phrases could mean so many other things to people, and no matter how much I can try to force my envision into words I will fail to explain the ways that I love you. 

Maybe that is why people say that actions speak louder than words, but you my darling were not fluent in touch. My endless caresses and hugs meant nothing to you and when I would hold your hand you felt nothing but my warmth, none of my undertones of love ever spoke through to you. 

Though I tried and failed I still wish I could've tried more. Even though my gentle touches spoke nothing to you, your touch was like a loud busy street, I loved the different sounds. Your embrace like booming music, no matter how much you couldn't hear my symphonies I still wanted to listen to your bass. 

Words could never express how I felt when I had to leave. The music started to sound far away, like you were moving streets. I tried to play my music louder, but no matter how much I roared and sang you still could not hear me. And I started to give in when I thought I heard new melodies along with you, and when the music in my heart started to fade. 

I don't blame you and I'm not angry, but I just wish I could've listened to your music a little longer. I still thing of your songs, and I don't know if you even wonder about mine, but I wish you could've heard it just once before I had to go. 

I would come back. I would return to your side, just to listen again. But I want you to want my music first. I want you to listen and experience my symphonies, I want you to hear my roar.