My heart is yours, even though I know you never asked for it. My mind will continue to produce the melodies you will never get to sing to.
Nothing is ever enough, it will never suffice.
I cannot take the silence, so my writings have become the screams I have come to withhold with time.
I am nothing and everything all at once.
It is a lonely existence, and one I had once thought and believed you would have understood.
However, I fear you will never come back to try to make sense of my scribbled cries or to listen to the infinite stories I have saved to tell you.
All that is left is the emptiness of a heart that has too many words and no one to tell them to.
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...
