H.R #3 IN TOLD | A collection of the told and untold, the hidden and revealed, but everything - all this and everything else - written down in solemn words, in phrases, compiled and collected as poetry and prose.
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I remember telling you. A vivid memory - recently. "I'm stuck with a writer's block." I can't write poetry.
I wasn't able to write about love, And these words pronounced A prolonged pain i held within, A weight I hold, caged in my heart. Weighed more than gold, called love.
Words; They were able to prove That i kept lying to myself Everytime i would write about you.
And I kept telling myself, whispered it softly To the very ends of my body, To the tips of my fingers that write poetry, To the middle of my mind, kept reminding me, "He's not in love with you."
"Whenever she smiles at me, I get speechless..."
And I craved to know why...
My mind throbbed with the times, Reminding me of when you smiled; I kept reminiscing your loud, lively laughs That would fill the air with life, That would free it as it lingers with sorrow. A lively, loud and light laugh that made me smile...
My heart wouldn't speak, wouldn't dare throbbing, Couldn't beat. What did you do? A smile that changed everything around me. Comfort when i would be needing, Warmth i would be holding, when you would be Right beside me.
I never got speechless. Words would still make Their own way out of me. You silenced me from within, when it wanted to speak, But it feared to speak, afraid to tell you the truth...
"I love you."
"...but thats the thing i hate myself for."
A will to reach out to you, and lace your fingers with mine - A will to lay under your stars You gaze at during your darkest nights - A will to make me yours, a will to make you mine... But the silence i hold is what i hate myself for...
You and I may not be alike. And likewise, we may be two different constellations.
Two different wilted flowers.
Two different hearts broken.
Two different afraid lovers
Lying under two different skies every night...
But we may be the stars of the same place,
Of the same time, spinning with the same pace.
Two beautiful flowers though wilted, Finding comfort in each other's space.
Two broken hearts healing with the same love, Drowning every night, we're afraid.
So suddenly then, After what you told me of her...
There was a longing to become your belonging, My love to become your beloved.
I prayed to become your one of your prayers, And I willed to become one of your answers when you'd gaze and find and search during a night that beams with a dim light...
I wanted to be the relief when you feel relieved,
Your ease during hardship.
The stars in your constellation.
A beat in your heart.
A promise of your love. The love that you would promise.
