Awkward glances across rooms.
People asking if I know you.
I'm mad.
And hurt.
But the words don't come out,
It's like I'm a little kid again.
Facing the monster under my bed.
Yes I know you.
And I'm afraid of you.
But i'll never admit it,
I'll just excuse myself from the room.
Anything to keep distance.
Everyone has their fear.
Something they will never face,
You are mine.
I hope I never see you again.
I don't want to.
I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to face you.
I wish every time I saw someone who looked like you, someone with a similar voice,
I wouldn't shut down.
I wish it never happened,
And I wish that when I was triggered I would remember what I said.
You fucked me up.
There are so many things I wish I could say to you.
But I never will.
Some things are better left unsaid.
YOU ARE READING
better unsaid.
Poetrythis is a poetry book, it's about the things i'll never say. but there the things i feel.
