What if I told you I really loved you
Someplace away from the depths of my poetry
Somewhere away from the corners of my chaotic mind
Sometime away from the words I weave
When I'm lost in the thoughts of you
Yet
I couldn't give you that power
To take every broken shard left of me
And walk away
Just to leave me with nothing more
But more pain and regret
So my pencil keeps scribbling
The mess I feel for you
At least until my hand goes as numb
As my heart
Forever doomed to live with these chained desires
Forever doomed to silence my own pain
Forever doomed to wear these imperfect masks
And forever
doomed
to never
love
...
Never again.
Love that cannot be voiced is the most tragic kind, don't you agree? Two tormented lovers hiding their feelings from each other both too scared to admit what they feel. To all doomed loves, its better to live with rejection rather than regret and with that I wish you all a wonderful day ~BM