What she didn't say
Is every night she would stay awake
And write down quotes
From things you said
What she didn't say
Is every day she would smile while day dreaming
Of past conversations
That had occurred
What she didn't say
Are some of the most important things
That you should have known
All along
What she didn't say
Is she didn't even blame you
For anything
At all
What she didn't say
Ended up in her notebook
With curled edges
And torn pages
What she didn't say
Is "I love you"
And what she didn't say
Has already passed through
And faded
In her mind
Because what she didn't say
Was trapped
And withered and died
In the end.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
شِعر"Every poem you write should be like someone reading your 'things'. It should be terrifying and incredibly embarrassing. "
