#storiesuntold
There are things left unsaid
And stories left untold.
There are promises you never kept
So there’s nothing for me to hold.
There are things left unsaid
And stories left untold.
There were tears that I've shed
When you left my heart broke.
There are things left unsaid
And stories left untold.
In your hands my heart melted
Only to give it back to me, cold.
My feelings left unsaid
My love for you was never told.
Let's stay together till the end
--Side by side until we're old.
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 1:39 PM UTC
Enough—
I am weary of your trembling lips,
your midnight sighs,
your love that wilts like a forgotten rose.
I have carried your heartbreak too long,
draped in metaphors of longing and loss.
I am more than just your sorrow,
more than ink stained with your grief.
Do not carve me from your loneliness alone—
write the hunger in a beggar’s eyes,
the quiet ache of a mother’s empty arms,
the silent wars waged behind smiling faces.
Let me hold the weight of others too—
the child tracing shadows on cracked walls,
the dreamer lost between stars and concrete,
the hands that build, the hands that break,
the hands that reach but never touch.
Do not chain me to your mirrored wounds—
set me free to speak for all,
to be the voice of the unheard,
to live beyond your endless verses
of wilted love and shattered nights.
Let me be more.
—Poem.
Mar 27, 2025
Mar 27, 2025 at 2:44 PM UTC