Unsaid

Emi

I open my mouth to speak,

But not a sound comes out;

I’m a stuttering mess,

Clouded with doubt

 

I planned what I would say,

And it’s not a long script,

But no matter how I try,

These words just don’t fit

 

Maybe I should stay silent

And keep thoughts in my head;

Maybe these feelings

Just shouldn’t be said

 

You wouldn’t listen anyway –

It’s a topic you try to avoid,

Even though it once was

Something you really enjoyed

 

Besides, we haven’t really talked,

And you’ve probably kept me off your mind,

And seeing you now, I know

You just want to leave me behind

 

So I let the moment slip by,

Though I know it’s something I’ll regret,

Because this kind of moment

Is something I couldn’t forget

 

So I just stand there alone

And I continue to stare

At where you stood,

Though you’re no longer there

 

And I whisper those words

That I had kept in my head,

“I miss you with all my heart”

But it’s as if they were unsaid

 

  • Author: Emi (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 4th, 2011 20:28
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 67
  • Users favorite of this poem: Cheeky Missy, Jalso
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  • Anna

    TT.TT

    Poetically, it's beautiful, and an epic way to express another way of sad in love.

    • Emi

      Thanks!! 🙂

    • Cheeky Missy

      Excellent! And the initial assessment that she should just keep silent is probably better, in the long run. If he is so stupidly cold-hearted to have caused the break in the first place, what profit seriously is her chasing after the renewal of his former affections? You depicted it beautifully in the bittersweet reality. Oh, how true! She'll wish she'd said it, but hopefully she'll learn that she was better off silent.

      • Emi

        Thanks so much! 🙂

      • Huzaidi Hashim

        Simple yet beautifully written. It enabled me to feel how you felt. The doubt that surrounds you intrigues me ... in fact if you were my own daughter I would ask you to walk up to him and talk to 'him' just to test the water to see if it's too hot, too cold or just right. Good Job Emi!



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