For Ayel,
I wish I could understand you and make you feel loved for the better.
but instead, all I could and have
ever done was to write all these letters and prose.
my urges to keep running back to you are here placed in these words that have been sprinting in my head,
in these pages, in my whispers
to the wilderness.
all of my longings for you were
spent in tears, helplessness,
and digging through my own soul.
I found the most simple and real words during your absence.
I tried to write the things that were left with me and what we've shared, in which I couldn't just put
enough justice to.
I was then always searching
for the right verses.
these wouldn't even be everything
I want to reach you.
I might not even stop here.
there's just nothing less enough
in the name of love.
I wouldn't hold back anything
with the matters of the heart.
YOU ARE READING
You remain dear, inside
Poetrywords are never enough to convey something too soulful. I will forever be a poet to unfulfilled promises, to unrhymed metaphors, to something so beautiful I long. for it so deep and enduring, for her, dear, inside me. for time, it lingers. for...
