Love - Life - Loss

It's a love letter... not really a poem I guess.. but something I wrote that is full of emotion to me. Thought I'd share it. The original title is Expressing Oneself can be called Suicide when it Hurts this much.

Expressing Oneself can be called Suicide when it Hurts this much.

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I don't know why but I want to tell you that you're perfect.

I know you've heard that before.

I want to tell you that every time I see you smile that it's the highlight of my day.

I'm sure you've heard that too.

You have heard it all before.

But to tell you how much you mean to me would be to give in to your treacherous ways.

To accept fate may play me the fool.

You vicious queen of temptation.

I fear to show you my emotions out of pure defense of my own sanity.

For to say these things aloud would only reinforce it.

Love so tempting.

Love so familiar that the slightest change between us makes it hurt to exist.

How could I not exist with you in my life?

How can I believe any of this is real?

I want to show you why I bleed.

I want to show you why I breathe.

Agonizing I do not know which will hurt more.

Your denial or mine of what I hold inside.