Better Left Unsaid

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I asked you a question,

But you didn't respond,

You turned away,

Perhaps it would have been,

Better left unsaid.

I stand against the wall,

Shouting inside my mind,

Why did I ask you?

If I knew it could hurt you?

It would've been better left unsaid.

You come back to me,

But say something that I deserve,

But you think then,

That you should've let it stay inside you,

It would have been better left unsaid.

No I will not let you take that back,

Because I really deserved it,

You disagreed with me,

We keep fighting,

And saying things that would be better left unsaid.

I slam the door behind me,

As I am tired of fighting,

I want to be with you,

But we kept saying things,

That are better left unsaid.

Why don't I come back for you?

I can't if we keep speaking negativity,

I just want to hear something,

That is nothing hateful,

That would not be better left unsaid. 

Those three words,

I have always wanted to say,

Want to disappear from my throat,

But yet they stick to my tongue,

Because you are saying things that are better left unsaid.

But you stop for a moment,

And think about the bullets you have been shooting at me,

You turn your feet one hundred and eighty degrees,

And look at my face,

And speak those words I have wanted to say.

Finally the words are spoken,

I begin to feel a smile,

I step closer,

Before I say those words,

That will never be better left unsaid.

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