Paper worlds.

It seems my pen will always try

to show how it sounded
when you said my name,
how sweet it was, just rolling
off your tongue and into my veins.

I do not miss you any longer 
but my ink still spells out our love, 
and I can only hope that soon 
another will find me and fill me 
with new words 
- better words - 
and I will fall in love 
with the way they feel 
against my lips.

In my world of thin paper
and worn out pens,
you are still perfect,
we are still us,
and I still love you
with a fierceness inspired
only by the very first love.

But here, in this all too real world,
I no longer cry for you
or your lack of words and
how that nothing turned into
a something that broke my heart,
but I cry at the thought
of my wordless love.

Reviews

[Holly Mason]

well written thanks for the read

[MAC]

oh this is so good. the whole poetry/love thing is brilliant written.