Her words were thrown in the air.

I stood there.

I walked home.

I unlocked the door.

I stripped off my damp coat, unstrung my scarf.

I collapse and sit on the cold, cold wood floors.

As I do so, that’s when my metaphorical heart splinters into the tiniest of pieces.

Anatomically real hearts don’t break, they cannot realistically do so.

Which is precisely why this is so god-**** hard for it to heal back.

As you are fighting against a beautifully lucid and meticulously choreographed illusion.

Like time and the concept of love, change is infinite and boundless.
And that is when I notice the half-drawn infinite symbol on her window.
There is a gap in it.
That little gap smarts me, I carefully join up the two lines and there, it is now complete.
Whatever that dances on infinity will never lose its way.

You remind
me
of
sweet tea,

honey cornflakes on sleepy, sunday mornings.

That hell of a smile is like thick socks over cold ankles.

Your 'head back; don't give a ****'
laughter
is
like
little sunshines
saying
'Hello'
to
all
the dark, empty
s p a c e s
in me.

You remind me of artfully ruffled hair,
messy white sheets from pillow fights.

You, sweets,
have the loveliest soul.

I always wanted
Someone to tell
My darkest secrets to.

I always wanted
Someone that I
Could trust with my thoughts

I always wanted
Someone to love
My every fault

I always wanted
Someone to tell
Me their own story

I always wanted
Someone that I
Could love uncondionally

I always wanted
Someone to love
My need to write poems

I always wanted
Someone like you
But now I am afraid

Because how would
Someone like you
Want to love a poet

A poet who
Cannot seem to
Talk about loving you?

In public we hate each other
But secretly we entertain each other
When the sun goes down our shift begins
During the day, I pretend
Like I'm so sick of men
When really I'm so quick to give in
I don't know why I act so shy
Maybe I like the chase
Though I do know, you like my taste

Nobody knows about our affairs
Except the stars in the midnight air
They light up when they see you worship my body
And the way you're built is so godly
That's probably how you got me

I don't mind this relation
I like it better than the feeling of **temptation

we're just friends
and i don't know if you
know about i feel for you
but if you do
and the feeling isn't mutual
please just pretend that you
don't know anything

Today I reached for my phone.
Haven't spoke to man who made it possible for my existance on earth in a while.
I have been missing his calls...over and over.
I was scared.
I have been scared...for his Love for me to show.
See, I know he does cherrish me, but since I moved from his house...its been different.
He doesnt ask if I have had dinner, or if I am ready for bed, or to make him his favourite breakfast.
He doesn't come to my room and wake me up in that funny tone "My soldier, wake up"...
Honestly, I Miss that.
My life has not been the same since I moved out.
I have learnt to fend for me and totally rely on me.
This weekend was hard for me.
I got sick, and too broke for life.
I know dad is there, but I don't want to burden him.
So this morning while he whispered a prayer for me, I felt it...from deep inside me.
I called him and when I told him my struggles...
He replied...
Nashipai, You have a FATHER...I AM YOUR FATHER...COME HOME, I AM HERE COME HOME TO YOUR FATHER.

I have a million sweet words,
but these ones just flushed tears from my ever strong ducts.
I Am Loved.*
I am my father's daughter.
When its all wrong, or all right...I will go home.
Home to My Father.
The only man I know.

©The Unspoken