I'm screaming with pain inside this head
Saying those 8 letters that I've never been said.
Shouting silently at the top of my iron heart
Trying to telepath still anticipating it'd reach your arc.
I'm screaming your name underneath this living ground
My spoken words seemed unsound
Tangled and knotted with my own tongue
But can't stop me to tell those hard 8 letters from the bottom of these lungs.
Am I the first one to make a move?
Or wait until your feelings fade off?
Why'd it's so backbreaking uttering those 8 letters?
Does he deserve to hear it in order?
I need to reveal these 8 letters before it's over
What if it's already too late?
That you'd found joy from others.
The only way to free my demons is to tell you how I feel
And believe me, right now this is real.
I'm exhausted screaming inside my wholeness.
Do you know what these 8 letters stands for?
It's no "I hate you"
Nor "I like you"
But for the very first and last time
Please hear me out cause this is "I love you."
YOU ARE READING
Her Tears are Poetries
PoesiaPain changes someone's out-breathing. Instead of telling, she kept her pain through poetries. She let her tears into words as agonies bled blood in her soul.
