Unspoken

Darling, if you give me the moon, I’ll give you the sun.

Together we’ll create night and day.

I’m the blood in your veins,

I just wish it didn’t have to end so soon.

I sinned to be with you,

When I think about your lips, I think of romantic poems

And love songs

But I also think about how soft they are

And how I miss the feeling of them slowly kissing every inch of my body.

When I think about your body,

I think about how life imitates art,

and how you’re the flesh of every grandiose art piece ever created.

But I also think about how I’ve never seen a view as beautiful as your eyes

When they look into mine

While our bodies synchronize.

When I think about your voice,

I think about every beautiful sound in the world,

And how they’ll never compare to the sound of you gently sighing into my ear

As your entire being is consumed by our rapture.

When I think of you,

I think about how I crave you

Not just the good parts of you

But the deepest, roughest parts

Which coincidentally

Could be said

In lust,

In love,

I won’t try to stop you.

If you’re here to stay, please tell me now.

I know the distance is overwhelming,

And you feel like half of your heart was left behind 6,000 miles away.

I know that you believe that there is nothing more tragic than having your soulmate live on the other side of the world,

But there are so many people out there who search their entire lives for the love that we have.

The only real tragedy would be if I had never met you. Because even if we never crossed paths, my heart would ache for your absence.

But we will see each other again, my sweet love.

We will hold each other until our arms go numb—and even then I won’t let go.

Distance, time, and space won’t be of occurrence.

Only you.

You never stopped loving me.

That’s the only explanation I can make

When I still dream of you.

The happiness,

and the warmness,

That exists only in my dreams

In another world,

It’s just my everyday life.

It’s been years since I last heard your voice,

Yet my brain refuses to forget you.

I think it’s because my dreams are glimpses

Of the life we planned,

And the life we have,

Just not here

Not in this world.

In that other world,

My heart never broke

And we never had to feel the pain

Of learning how to live

Without each other.

In that other universe

The world never ended,

The water is green,

The sky is blue,

So this is not about you.

You disappear and reappear,

Like a ghost that’s scared of being forgotten.

A phantom of my past, eager to live on

Without being present.

You’ve always had the last word,

Because you’ve always been the one to leave.

I’ve grown rather tired of awaiting your return,

So this time I’m the one who’s letting you go.

This is not about you.

This is about me,

And how I’ll finally have the last word.

This is about me,

But like everything else, it’s easier said than done.

I dissect every inch of my body, finding every flaw that adds salt to my wounds.

I reminisce about how I’ve been forgotten, how I’ve loved and I’ve lost.

My heart is weary, beating only because it’s the only thing it knows how to do.

My bones have become shattered glass, and gluing them back together doesn’t make them intact.

I have been shaped into looking like a piece of art, but no one knows the foundation of it all are merely broken pieces.

You meant until it wasn't easy anymore

And this isn't another cliché post

About the meaning of forever

I know forever is a lie, as we're only mortals

It's simply a post

About how people leave

When you fully let them in

Because the bright light they knew

Is overshadowed by the darkness