Love is beautiful, even with the pain..

Love, is it all that it seems

You know the feeling,
When you have so much you could say,
So much you need to say.
But it's everything you can't say?

So many lines,
Molded to the creation of diversified shapes,
Shapes they call letters,
To the creation that of words,
To many words spilling from your brain.
Spilling out onto the page,

Extra ink embedding itself as one with the canvas we call paper.
As if nothing other than the scars on the canvas of me..

Words are not the only symbol of emotion,
On a page,
It's how the ink bleeds into the paper, deeper than the eye can see,
Just as the emotion bleeds deeper than I'd like, into me.

You won't allow yourself to speak,

You tell yourself, ignore the pain.
Even though the blood slowly drains from your veins,

The echoing in your brain,
All that pain..
The writing that needs to roll of my tongue instead of rolling onto just a page.

Although, once these words slip past my lips, I can feel the blood coming up my throat along with the meaning of the words to be spoken. It's like we're broken, broken glass, but not the type in ceramics class..

Anything could change,
It could kill me..
Or,
It could make me feel more alive than I've ever known was capable in the life of someone who feels as me, a lovergirl.

And who knows, maybe it would change nothing at all, but the fear of it changing,
All is terrifying..

After all, what happened the last time someone made you fall?

Last time,
You didn't fear the scars from which the 84'th floor would leave.

But after you felt that pain, you never want to come across it again..

You want to run away faster than a subway train.

After the first time you fell, now everything's all to real, it's like a remake of you're favorite movie. You never expect it to be great. You always expect it to be worse than the first.

That applies with each new person you love.
Like your watching the same movie, just different actors playing the same roles.

Love can be a beautiful thing, but once you've fallen to deep it can become as scary and terrifying as the ocean floor you fear beneath.

So this time, You just have to learn how to swim, or not take the risk at all.

But if you choose that route, ask yourself..
Is it worth sacrificing the pain and the possible sacrifice of what your future could be.
Is it worth ignoring the possibility of humiliation, to ignore something that could all to well, be meant to be.
Something that could change your life forever.

(This poem was made by me, Skylar shovan. Took me 7 hours with editing. I'm only a sophomore in highschool but i plan to publish books. I will be posting more to this story but if you liked this poem, I make many like it. If you liked this poem and want more, please feel free to follow for more. I will be posting. I hope everyone has a good day and if your someone asking should I take the risk and tell them how I feel. I suggest you do. Whether you know itl be a no or not. Knowing is better than wondering for a lifetime what could've been -skylar shovan)