Your words reverberating, I am silent, yet hypnotized, will it leave me scarred?
Though the words in my thoughts consist of the ensemble of a flooded mind and an inflamed heart
I want to engulf you in the most magnificent painting of pure emotion mankind may perceive, but will I solely use my crumbled creation to wipe away my tears as you leave?
If I spill my words to you, will you listen to the background noise?
Will you- recognizing the blazing flames or feeling the stunning ocean breeze- make my heart rejoice?
If I confess the disasters inside of me, will you scent the nostalgic odor of our candles?
Will you taste the truth on my lips after they revealed a secret that might adorn my coffin handles ?
Or will we part in deafening blindness?
Why won’t your senses discern that overwhelming mess?
I’m not silent in neglection, I remain quiet in a protest against my enriched, replete words being conceived as an empty spiel.
“I love you” - cannot describe the wonderful chaos you make me feel
That phrase you said, was it hollow? My mind forbids me from assuming so, as my words surely aren’t... but that’s what that love is all about isn’t it? Torn apart, between ecstatic altitudes and shattering sorrow.