In the realm of my guarded heart, a battle rages strong,
Denying my feelings, though I've known them all along.
An ex love, so tender and true,
Within my soul, he dwells, hidden from view.
Formalities I wear, like a mask upon my face,
Concealing desires, again longing for his embrace.
For in this realm of shallow pretense,
A love untold, held in mere suspense.
In the brightest hours, when joy should abound,
I hide behind a curtain, where shadows are found.
There, within the depths of my fear,
I guard my heart, never again letting it come near.
But true love, dear reader, does not fade or wane,
It grows, ever stronger, like a blossoming flame.
With every whispered word, every stolen glance,
His presence envelopes me, like we once did an enraptured dance.
Short, fleeting moments, that speak of something rare,
A connection so profound, beyond compare.
His laughter, a melody that lights up the room,
His touch, a balm that eases away all gloom.
Yet, I suppress these emotions, sealing them away,
For in this realm of formality, they must not hold sway.
But oh, how my heart dreams again, yearning to be free,
To express, to confess, to fix the love that's meant to be.
In the quietude of night, when silence consumes,
I whisper my feelings, as my heart gently exhumes.
Letter by letter, syllable by syllable, I release,
Words of longing, of passion, seeking sweet peace.
But alas, these confessions, forever kept locked,
In the dungeons of my soul, where secrets are stocked.
For to unveil this love, to declare it from within,
Is a risk I'm not ready to take, I must admit with a chagrin.
So, in this realm of denial, I shall silently dwell,
Guarding my heart, the tales it won't tell.
But deep down, in the recesses of my core,
I love this boy, and he's the one I adore.
Formalities may endure, hiding the truth,
Yet love persists, uncaged, untamed, as the proof.
For denying my feelings, in this poetic rend,
Only emphasizes the love I cannot pretend.
- Ac
09-01-23
