There are words clawing and scratching at my skull screaming of all the things I can never say aloud.  Once I speak it, once I say it, once the air has time to carry it far away from my mouth, then the word will be out and I cannot stop the hurricane it will create, swirling with the wind - my fiery words, my icy heart - a storm that will destroy me.

It’s not that I don’t love you, no.  I’m sure I do, I must.

I must…

But when I look into your eyes that puhrump is gone, my heart’s song silenced and we just sit in a quiet that I cannot wait to escape.  And I tremble on how we once blamed fate for bringing us together, when perhaps it may have been desperation instead.  So lonely and cold were the nights before you and now I find I cannot breathe with you so close.

Now, I’m not so sure, not so sure what I’m feeling, staring at the ceiling trying to piece the pieces together.  But nothing fits anymore, I’m lost.

And I’m no longer sure if I fell in love with you or the idea of us.

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  4. myyearinpoems said: The ending is so poignant yet simply said
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    This exactly explains how I felt for this one guy I know
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