Everyday has been starting the same.
Good morning, good night, I'll speak to you soon.
I miss you
I love you
No you're being rude.
The distance is growing and forming a ball.
Anger, hate, lust or admiration.
We are flustered. Habits form quick.
Another's opinion hurts more than you think.
Daily emotional assault beings but not by you. I'm just really confused and don't know what to do.
We slowly depart.
Alone once again, not all at once, you haven't spoken yet.
You retract and cringe at attempting to speak and it's a rough patch it hurts, not just me.
Unintentional pain it's formed.
Lost.
Asleep. Time never stops.
Fear grows and speaks at least to me. A word spoken unnoticed.
Inches turn to miles and weight begins to settle.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry for my Love
PoetryWords I could never say to your face for I lack the confidence that you possess. I've spent days thinking and writing of how I have felt day by day. I get nervous and afraid to share how I've felt but I feel you deserve to know every emotion that I'...
