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madrid Oct 2015
I hope* you read this letter
every word between the lines

I hope you read the frustration
with what I could not confide

I hope you read the anger
that's left me such a mess

I hope you read the million questions
rattling my little head

I hope you read these swollen eyes
when they were still yours to see

I hope you read these supple lips
when with yours, would still agree

I hope you read these warm fingers
when yours were still willing to hold

I hope you read the little lies
that left your promises bold

I hope you read the love
inevitably bled

I hope you read the hope
amid all the things unsaid

I hope you read the resentment
of letting go so soon

I hope you read these lines
the last ones I write for you
Tea-ful Oct 2015
This is for the feelings I've felt many a time but for the words I've never had the chance to say.

- F.T
I've always been given a reason to cut off relationships because as soon as I start to trust and develop feelings for him, I find out his true intentions or feelings. I've never said I love you to anyone before and there's nothing more I want to experience in life that to get to the stage where I'm completely confident he feels the same as I do and I can finally tell him that I love him.
madrid Oct 2015
I love you inevitably.
Just as sure as the sun rises in the east.
I love you unfailingly.
And without a doubt.
Because there is no other way to love you.
In all your flaws,
I find utter perfection.
That they make you more of a man.
More than anyone else.
Your insecurities. And depressions.
All of them I desire.
Not for myself. But for you.
For I know that without your anxieties,
And curses of hate,
And thoughts of dreadful nights,
That scream into the void and oblivion,
I would not have loved you
Just as I do now.
I love you with all intentions
Of keeping you for myself.
Who,
in his sane mind,
would want to let go?
In all your pain,
Mistrust and paper cuts,
These that make you who you are

I love you.

And that is all.
There is an unwriteable in my life,
An unspeakable in my mouth,
An undreamable in my sleep.
Such a hurt,
That I cannot even skirt
Around it, hint at what
The unpermitted is.
A blank space in my head
Once remembered,
Now consumed.
As a doe absorbs her kittens,
I unlearn myself,
Unwritten from existence,
And unspoken evermore.
HRTsOnFyR Sep 2015
The words that go unspoken actually make the most noise.
Jeremiah Mhlongo Sep 2015
Did I ever tell you that I see you?
Often with my eyes closed,
Did anyone ever pass my notions to you?
How often I think about you.
I guess you didn't care enough to see through me,
It never bothered you I wish you could know.

Now mine heart so heavy to carry about,
The gift of Love given to me a burden,
Now mine thoughts fish Laughter,
Though smallest amounts I get to catch.
Maybe if this words were told,
If only you knew that for you I keep prayers long,
Well having not told you,
Is a burden enough for I to carry along,
I guess using a gun would help,
Goodbye before you know I did,

If you're reading this its too late,
Please do come at my burial,
I want you to know,
Were mine thoughts of you go with I.
Am not really gonna **** myself over  any soul of anyone except thats if I **** myself for me
Unknown Sep 2015
You may be stubborn
You may be sweet
You may be the kind of person I want to meet
But until you stay with words unspoken
These walls I built will be left unbroken.
"i adore you"
you tell me
and it shatters my heart into a thousand pieces

"i like you just isnt enough"
you tell me
and my dull bones are filled with a life we could have one day

"i miss you"
you tell me
and the void between us is stretched 8x further with every letter that echoes from your lips

I'm falling for you
i don't tell you
and the words that fall unspoken between us are left like the tracks in the dirt on the highway

untouched, unnoticed and uninterrupted
brooke myers Jul 2015
thinking of you makes my day better.
you take over my thoughts
completely.
you dont know how much
i
love
you.
Rachel Sterling Jul 2015
You didn't say, "Come here and stop being so scornful, you stubborn little woman."

So I didn't say, "Why should I?"

And You didn't say, "Because I love you."

And I didn't put aside my fears and doubts to bury myself in your arms and say, "I know."

And You never held me while I cried happy tears of relief as I added, "I love you too."
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