The silence is much too loud
For someone with sensitive ears.
I know I messed up, I know I did,
And all I want is to know you're okay.
All I want to know is how I can fix it:
How I can fix what I've done and
Make it up to you. I want to fix this.
There is so much I've wanted to say,
And it would be said to you only.
But every time I write those words,
I store them away or delete them.
I feel shame in what I could have said
Because I fear the consequences.
Even then,
You know how I feel for you.
I hate this silence between us, and I
Fear that this is how it will end for us.
No words, no understanding, nothing.
Just a mess of unspoken words,
Heartbreak, anger, and anything else
That can kill a heart and soul.
You mean the world to me, dear.
I want to still have you with me.
Let me in, and let me fix it all;
I'm sorry for what I've done.
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PoetryA collection of poems, stemming from a girl being hopelessly in love, the recollection of her past trauma, and the impending unknown that her life will inevitably encounter. And within these moments is a world of her own, tangible and ever-growing...
