Have I told you today
that I love you?
If I haven't,
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry because
I'm probably
afraid of what you'd
say
once I told you.
You and me
we have history
but not the kind of history
that gives me the
right to
love you right now.
Like days when we're
tired of working
and we just want
to come home.
I just want to come home,
but I can't.
I just can't.
my hands are dry and
cracked
my ears listen wistfully,
quietly praying to hear
the songs
of your laughter.
my hands are
broken,
I am broken.
If only I had
known
that admitting
and telling you
those words,
would've welcomed
me with open arms.
Those three words will
always be caught
in my throat.
Choking and suffocating
me until I finally
decide to stop breathing
YOU ARE READING
A Book of Words That Never Seem To Be Enough
PoetryA book filled with words that I thought made sense, but they never seem to be enough. *warning* emotional, messy, raw and full of sadness (sometimes a little happiness here and there) I hope you give my words a chance, maybe they'll be enough for yo...
