I sit and stare at the pages in front of me,
words float in my head, but non exist in reality.
I have not yet spoken, I have not yet written.
My brain will explode with overwhelming emotion,
but I have no words.
I have so much to say, but I am unable to say anything.
I wonder if I will ever be able to explain, to make you understand.
I know that it is too late, I know that it doesn’t matter.
I hold my pen, and I hover over the page,
I want to write, I want to express it all.
Instead the page is now damp with my tears,
tears I did not know existed.
My mind is blank, but filled with words.
My mind is empty, but emotions crowed it.
My heart is heavy and I don’t understand.
My heart is brittle and I cant heal it.
I believe nothing can be said, I believe nothing can be felt.
All that is needed is a never ending embrace,
Where out bodies share warmth and our hearts beats in synchronization.
All that is needed is silence, silence between our bitter-amorous smiles.
I stare at the empty pages, uneven from my dried tears.
I stare at the empty pages, wishing that you were here instead.
I stare at your eyes, that are not here and I know .