Love is the letter I wrote to you but never sent because the words meant more than the little moments you never cared to notice. Love is the warm tears pooling in my eyes when your smile falters. Love is the healing that trickles through the gaps in my fingers when I hold my hands out to you.
Love is the tremble in my voice when you bother to listen to me. Love is that corner of my mouth that turns upwards when you say my name. It’s my favourite shirt I only wore because I thought I’d see you. It’s the hidden meaning behind I miss you and are you okay.
Love is a sleepless night and a longing stare out a viewless window. It’s lingering eye contact and shy smiles. Love is what I feel for you and what you can never feel for me.
Love is unrequited when it comes to you and me.
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Please read more of my poetry and prose like the one below:
Sabotage
Lately I’ve been in a funk where everything can be going right. You know I’m in a happy place talking to who knows, I’m at peace and feel like everything is just going great you know. But once I start seeing that everything is going great for some reason I need to sabotage it. I need to sabotage my happiness and what I have going on in my life so no one else is able to do it for me. Does that make sense? Am I the only one who gets this way?
By Merjaunie Lena4 days ago in Journal
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