In the loud noise of crushing silence
A withering voice of a heart in violence.
The chokehold of all the words I strangled in my throat.
Nine to five and a sigh
Forsaken poesy goes to die.
The monotony of a sated dream.
To all the men that I have loved and lost;
You had my heart but I let it frost.
It is a rave,
That to expose is brave.
They are those who know not the pain
Of the courage it takes to contain.
A friend once told me it was the bravest thing to release one's heart, to blurt out and live in the moment.
My silence begged to differ.
If I hated you long enough,
Would I end up loving you?
You are brave
You are kind
You are strong
You are warm
You are wise
and You are mine.
To all those out there blessed enough to have and hold the ones they love.
Those that I have loved
Have never understood me.
Those that have loved me,
I have never bothered to understand.
— The End —