Unspoken Words

I did exactly what I set out not to do

I gave my heart to another

What started as a chance meeting

Turned into an easy conversation

Which became texts and more texts

Texts turned to phone calls

We had a meeting of minds

Kindred spirits

But when I looked back

I suddenly realized

I had fallen for you

Without knowing everything

Barely anything at all

I had your face memorized

When you messaged me

I knew how you’d write something out

Although maybe not the exact words

My heart was yours

Before I recognized the truth

Or maybe I did but I had denied it

This is crazy

It’s impossible

What have I done??

There’s no going back, is there?

Do I tell you what’s in my heart?

What would you say?

Would you run away?

Chuckle, “silly girl

A hundred typed and deleted messages

Seen only by me and my phone

Oh, what should I do?

Part of me hopes

You won’t answer another text

Disappear from my life

Another part hopes

You’ll see through to the real me

Take me as I am

Will you see past the dark I hide behind?

Am I worth it to you?

Suddenly I don’t know

What have I done?!

Oh, Heart, what have you done?

14 Comments on “Unspoken Words

  1. Love this. So many can relate to it. How many times have we typed something only to delete it? To leave those unspoken words on the table. Very well done.

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  2. Oh heart, indeed. You wear who you are in your writing and that is both brave and wonderful. I really love all your writing, for different reasons as I am reading it, but always because it is raw and honest. You have a wonderful gift!!

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