A Tangle of Hurt and Happiness - A collection of poetry

A Name Left Unsaid

I love you.
I've written it more times than I care to count,
Yet your name will never leave my mouth.
If it meets the page, it will be erased.
That is without a doubt.

Speaking it scares me, chills me to my very core.
It repeats in my mind like a record replayed,
But I can't say it aloud anymore.
Why?

Perhaps I fear the letters, or the way they roll off my tongue?
Or maybe it's the fact that they might just belong to someone?
I'll never know and I pray I never get the chance to ask.

To say the name is like casting a curse,
One that can never be reversed.
Why would I end what has only just begun?
To hex myself by speaking of my love,
I could never be such a fool.

I love a nameless figure,
A secret I shall always keep.
For if he cannot belong to me,
Why admit I ever wanted that to be?

I love in writing,
In heartfelt words written to never be seen.
Not by you.
Your name will see the light of day only when the pages fall away.
Until then, you are a name left unsaid, unseen.