rebmasters

things unsaid

What remains unsaid between us:

the second time you hurt,
the words of death,
the callous acts,
the crippling doubt,
the fear
of my feelings,
where you go when you leave,
the mundane & humdrum,
future worries,
past cares,
the way you light up mornings like my sun;
revealing a self I thought was long gone,
your pain.

But beauty can be found
in ugliness.

You know me better than you think