I could inhale oxygen for the rest of my life
and still never have enough air to say what
my lungs can no longer hold inside.
I love you and it hurts that I can't say it.
I could only write it down and watch as
the ink stays ever permanent.
A reminder that I could write all these words
and have it read by the entire world, except
for the one who is my entire world.
I write things I can't say not because I lack the
courage but because I lack your presence.
I lack you.
I --- lack --- love you.
I --- love --- you
--- I --- --- love --- you
Y O U.

YOU ARE READING
What's Been Lost
PoetryAlways random. Always true. {Copyright © 2014 _eternalsunshine}