The line "no words needed" is the most confusing phrase to ever hit this poet's ears
and it's so truthful.
One look from him shatters my words into an exhausted endeavor.
With eyes that look directly into my soul,
words are a disposable effort.
You know me better than any life story could map out or a million conversations could divulge,
I needn't speak in him presence.
And I can tell,
whenever I tell him that I love him,
it's written all over his face,
he's insulted.
As if he didn't already know....
And every word of hatred is suffering up to it's eyes in obliterating love
When asking him if he cared about me was the most arbitruary thing I have ever done with my time
and I regretted it when he said, "How can you ask me that?"
Asked if I didn't see it in his eyes everytime they were upon me
But I kept prying.
Not because I didn't believe him
but because I manipulate his words.
But the wavelengths his touch awakens beneath my skin,
the encoded sounds that whisper directly to my spirit
THOSE are impossible to intercept.
But superficial words can be twisted.
So I kept asking.
And he replied, "When have I ever stopped?"
Now that's the part when I couldn't catch my breath
and my body suddenly went limp
after swiping at the air that just escaped it's grasp.
That breath ran away to intertwine with the melodic wind of his words,
it knew where it belonged.
In that moment
My mind became childish.
Trying to catch wind in a butterfly net so I could alter it's patterns.
Searching my archives for one moment,
One freakin' moment.
When your utter breath didn't tell how much you cared.
When every last one of your frayed movements didn't whisper my name
and I'm stuck
letting breeze slip through my netted fingers.
Never knowing the capturing power of an open heart.
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