The words unspoken
Are leaving me broken

I think of you, but not you of me,
For I am shackled, and you are free.
Now the words are clear, but I’ll never tell
For I am pigeon-livered and lack gall.
The recursive words stay in my head–
They leave me not and make me mad–
I am now the jester in time’s flow,
Put on a show so you won’t know
How the words are free,
And good to go,
Yet woe is me,
My mind’s not free.

Eye contact,
Unspoken letters on the lips,
Soft smiles on the faces,
entwined hearts for eternity.

Hussein Dekmak

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How do I know they love me?
We never say I love you
So how do I know?

My mom wakes up early in the morning
She got home from work at 2 am
Now that’s pretty late
But she’s up and making me food
Says alright she’s saying
The food is made she goes to work
During her break she calls and asks me if I ate

She never says I love you but she shows it.
She asks me what I want to eat
It doesn’t mater if it’s easy
But she makes it just for me
It can take her two hours to prepare
That’s how I know she cares

She is always there.
She never says she loves me but she shows it

Then there is my dad. He doesn’t show his emotions
But he’s there even through all my commotion
I’m not a perfect child
I get angry and throw a fit
But he doesn’t yell at me one bit

He knows if he does I’ll cry
And for that reason he tries
To not make me sad
He doesn’t want me to be mad

He can tell when I’m stressed
And he knows what is best.
He asks if I want help
He says don’t worry about the money
I don’t want you to worry

He doesn’t say he loves me
But he shows it

If I fail a test
He tells me I can still be the best
I’m out here stressing
But he’s here reminding me I always have his blessings

My parents don’t say they love me
But they show it
And from their actions I know it

you keep breaking
your unspoken promises
the ones you make with your eyes
every time you smile

your silence screams my name
captivating my desire

but it's all in my head

because my ears long for the words
that will never be said