ink the unsaid | poetry
I left something in your book—a letter. I watched from a distance,as your eyes landed on the envelope.You looked around, confused. You saw the print—“𝑮𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖…”Your breath hitched,and mine caught right along with it. I wrote every word—like a whisper I was too afraid to say.So if your heart races,know that mine did too… …
Your stare—it drifts past me like a breezethat no longer stops. Everyone might not notice,but I do… There’s something in the wayyou avoid meeting my eyes,as if you’ve long stopped wanting me near. I don’t know why, but I feel it—and would you believe it? I’ve stopped hoping because now,I’m beginning to acceptthat what I …
There are silences that give comfort;one that knows and understands. Silences that are necessary;to pause, to savor, to just be still. Silences that demand actions;an eye contact, a smile, a hug—the kind that gives certainty. And then, there’s that silence that bleeds.You hear every whisper, every laughter, every argument—it’s too loud in your head and …
I still talk to youin the quiet room—looking at an empty chair. I still listen to your voice in my head—that excitement whenever I am home,that sadness whenever you feel I am not okay,that encouragement whenever I am going through tough times,that reassurance that no matter what happens, you’re there. The voice is so loud …
I always dream small because I don’t think I am capable of dreaming big. I always shut down myself when I think of all the possibilities because I don’t want to be disappointed. Until—you came. You were able to show me how to dream—big enough for me to be excited about what lies ahead. You …
This is why we can’t be together… I know what I want;while you’re still figuring things out It is not just the meeting of the eyes;but I want a meeting of minds. It’s not just conversationsbut a deeper kind of connection;the one that transcends beyond words and silences. I don’t want to play safe or …
Who’s braver? The one who leaves or the one who stays? Every day, I always ask that myself. Am I brave because I was the one who left? Or I could have been braver if I stayed, instead. But when will you draw the line between wanting to leave or wanting to stay? Am I …
You’ve done more than enough. If you think otherwise, then remember how you work hard, day and night, just to provide what they need. Remember how you’ve bent your rules at times just so you can accommodate their happiness. Remember those sleepless nights, the prayer you’ve silently uttered—pleading heaven to spare them from pain. Remember …
DID WE MAKE IT?I wish I had the affirmative answer to that—but unfortunately, we didn’t. Did I regret meeting you?No. I would never regret an experience that once made me who I am today. I always believe that we meet people at a time when we need them the most. And I guess the universe …
Some days,I just want to crawl back in bed.Seek comfort in my pillows,Hide all my pain as I wrap myselfwith my blanket. Some,I feel like I am trying so hardto reach the next step—but I stillfind myself at the same old spot. Other days,I don’t want the sun to shine,because I am not done seeking …