The Poetry She Wrote. ✔

Words

I know I didn't said much,

when I should have had.

I was feeling so many feeling as that time,

that it was a hard way to figure out anything.

When you wanted me to speak,

I remained silence.

It wasn't because I didn't had enough words.

No, it was because I couldn't find a single one that could express what I was feeling.

I was stuck and that was it,

although I didn't spoke,

silence did.

You have no idea,

it probably spoke every single word in thw whole history of words,

and yet,

it wasn't enough.

That's how much you mean to me.

That's why I can't be enough,

because I don't 'have' enough.

You become mad at me when I fail to give you what you want,

but you don't ever think that 'do I even have what you want?'

And no,

I wasn't like this.

Never ever.

You made me like this,

and now you're complaining like it's my fault.

I find myself weak when I'm in your company,

even when I don't tell you,

aren't my expressions enough?

You are always so busy in demanding the things I can't give you,

that you actually the things I can give.

You make me feel lost.