Unwritten Letters

I don’t care what they say.

I’m in love with you.

They don’t know the pain

That they put me through

when tearing me away from you.

All the scars,

the cuts keep bleeding love

and only for you.

At first,

I thought he was going

to be the one for me,

but everything went wrong.

I hope it doesn’t with you.

You’re the one who I want to hold me.

You’re the one who I want to kiss me.

You’re the one who I want to say goodnight to every night.

You’re the one who I want to say you missed me.

You’re the one.

Chances are, you aren’t.

But that was then.

And this is now.

I love you.

I miss you.

You’re with her,

and I can’t stand it.

I cry myself to sleep.

I die a little inside every day

When I see you smiling at her,

the way you should be smiling at me.

 Don’t you see it?

See all of our conversations

slowly unfolding,

showing what really happened?

Don’t you see that she’ll

just throw you to the curb once you love.

You are the only one

I want until the end of time.

All our memories and secrets

won’t be thrown away.

I won’t let them.

Then again,

im not sure how long I should hold on.

How am I supposed to know the difference

between our memories and my dreams?

I’m starting to think about that

one Friday night we spent together.

Did it even happen?

Was it all a lie?

You love her,

but you like me.

At least I hope you do.

At least I thought you did.
The tunnel I walk through

every day didn’t have a light at the end.

But I kept running anyways,

looking for an answer.

Then I saw you and

you helped me search for it.

You ran with me

and wander for hours.

Until I realized,

my answer was you all along.

I’m not just chasing echoes.

Something is there.

Please, tell me I’m right.

I can’t afford for me not to be.

I can’t afford to lose you too.

Are you really gone?

Standing frozen in our memories,

what you have taken is still lingering.

Every promise,

every whispering

in my head.

In the shadows of my heart breaking,

I need a distraction to forget the need.

Is there truth to what

I could see in my head?

You say you love me.

You say that you would die without me,

that you’re life would be insane

and you wouldn’t live.

But face it.

Life would be simple.

Better grades, no comepetition.

Get the girl,

no worries about who you’re hurting.

If I brought this up,

you’d avoid it.

My heart hurts when

someone says your name,

when they talk about you and

who they think you are.

I know you.

Right?

Tell me.

Who are you anymore?

I love you’s and hearts fill our conversations

with happiness, yet you are still sending

blank pages to me.