Unspoken

to all the words I’ve left unspoken,

to all I’ve left unuttered,

you have been heard by a girl,

one I call my significant other

her willow colored eyes

stare into mine

words perish on my tongue,

yet still do reach her ears

she knows how to handle my reeling mind,

and interpret my scattered thoughts

she knows my enormous, delicate heart,

chipping away at all the stone

she knows my fractured, bleeding soul,

after all, it’s not much unlike her own

to all the words I’ve left unspoken,

to all I’ve left unuttered,

your syllables have been heard

by the psyche of another