Her
A Poem to the Girl I Can't Tell My Feelings To
I think I love her.
Well,
Correction…
I know I do.
But the simple thought
Of loving someone
Who can not love me back
Is terrifying
Because the truth is
It’s something I don’t think I could survive,
Not again
Not ever.
Even saying it,
That three-word phrase,
In one line
terrifies me more than anything.
But that doesn’t matter
Does it?
Because at the end of the day
It doesn’t change the realization that,
I love
Her.
Her,
The one who knows my deepest secrets
That I would never dare
Tell another soul.
Her,
Who I can never seem to find
A reason to be mad at
Or argue with.
Her,
Who even on my worst days
I want to tell every aspect of it to
Just to hear her voice.
Her,
Who I joke about our future wedding and children with
But secretly take it more seriously
Than she’d ever know.
Her,
Who sees all my flaws
And still accepts me for who I am
And tells me I’m beautiful.
Her,
Who I’d buy flowers for
Every day of the year
Just to see her smile.
Her,
Who understands me,
The real me,
More than anyone I’ve ever known before.
Her,
Who sees my demons
And helps me face them
Head on.
Her,
Who makes me feel
Like I’m not so alone
Here in the world.
Her,
Who heard me screaming
In the middle of the crowded room
I've been trapped in for years.
Her,
Who without a word
Knows exactly what I’m feeling
From the look on my face.
Her,
Who makes me feel whole again
Like I’m not a shadow
Of a girl I once knew.
So I sit here now,
Writing about a girl who I can never have,
Being too afraid to tell her
How I really feel in one line.
I love
Her.
I love
Her.
I love, her.
About the Creator
Londyn Nichole
I write as a way to seek understanding in the world and within myself.
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