It was so hard to tell you,
So hard to make your ears hear,
And your heart to open,
So I wrote it down instead;
Because I didn't know how else to say,
Both wishing you'd see,
And wishing you won't;
For I am too bare,
Exposed like a tender wound;
I begged you to take the pain away,
When only I can patch up the cut;
So it's my fault,
I pushed myself to the edge,
But don't throw me all the blame,
When you said I love you,
And didn't mean it;
At least I didn't open my mouth,
Too soon, too scared,
But I meant it;
I meant it with every word,
Every letter,
Every tear;
Three words became twenty poems,
Everytime you became a ghost.
YOU ARE READING
Dalliance ➵ poems
Poetry❝𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙙𝙤 𝙬𝙚 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙤𝙣 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙨?❞ All poems written by chantal//cinnamoniall-
