i didn't know how to put the words together
nor did i know how to feel
all i knew is that whatever i wanted to say wasn't worth anything,
so i said nothing at all
i left it unsaid because i didn't know how you're gonna react to it
i didn't know what you were gonna say
and to be honest,
i don't know if i did want to know what you were gonna say
i miss you, but i'll never tell you that
i love you, but i'll never tell you that
i want you back, but i will never ever admit that
here's to the on setting things i wanted to say,
but never didmaybe i should've said it
or maybe i saved myself by not saying anything at all
it was my call i guess
YOU ARE READING
jar of hearts (a poetry story)
Poetrywho do you think you are? running around with a jar of hearts?