Explaining it is hard.
"Why?"
Reads the card,
So I'll do my best to explain my part.
Love so deep
And hurt so sweet.
I struggle to get up on my feet.
This heart, I wish I didn't have to keep.
Scars line it,
Etchings of your name.
I wrote it once,
And since, I have never been the same.
Whispering a secret,
In hopes the night will keep it.
I let the stars see my heart,
And I wonder if they could help free it.
I reject the hope.
Because if I haven't been able,
After years of writing love notes,
Then I know they most definitely won't.
Explaining what this feels like
Is the hardest thing of all time.
Because, if it is not in the way I write,
I could never dare ask for you to be mine.
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A Tangle of Hurt and Happiness - A collection of poetry
PoetryAs you all may know, I am not a poet. But when inspiration strikes, I write in whatever way it comes to me. I hope you guys enjoy!
