Your Words

Your words,
I cannot express
what they feel like
in my chest.
Chest heaving,
eyes scrolling
down this infinite
page of words.

Reading
all your feelings
spilt out unto the keys;
kinda stings
knowing you'd never
told me.

All this love,
we've both lost,
both hurt,
both lost with this curse,
knowing that what, whom
we'd thought to be
the love of our lives --
they're gone,
we're slaughtered,
still pained.

Your words, sweetheart,
knowing none speak of me --
I miss when I was
significant
to your heart's purest of desire.
My heart misses you,
your soft lips,
fragile body,
seductive attire,
loving green eyes
that wept with mine
at life's most painful fires.

I can't ever tell you
how I still feel
god I don't want to mess
things up;
you're still hurting,
longing,
for her.
We loved once,
but I don't think you're interested --
at least,
not enough.

Your words,
your secrets in stanza,
how can I help you
not to hurt?
Would you let me hold you
if I lept with open arms?
Or would you push me away
with those words,
with your calm, reeling voice
almost as low as purrs.

Words,
the most calming, loving,
painful, angering things in
a girl's ocean of secrets.
Words.