I have so many feelings inside yet not a way to express them, except in solitude.
Sometimes I just sit alone and think about our memories together and smile.
Other times I just cry in the shower to let the water wash away my tears, in an effort to not feel them brush against my cheeks as they fall.
And in times like this I just write for hours about everything I want to tell you and can't.
Words after words have accumulated in the piles of paper I have with your name written all over of them.
I wonder what you'd think if you read them.
Would you say, "she really did love me"
Or would it not make a difference?
Maybe I'll never know.
But if you ever do,
know that these pages are filled with
everything I never said to you.
YOU ARE READING
THE UNREQUITED WORDS OF A LOVER.
PoesiaThe inner feelings of a nostalgic lover transformed into poems. "He was never mine, but losing him broke my heart." Cover by: @FadingLyrics
