Words I Never Said to Him

While staring into his hallow eyes deeply,

I’m listening to the words he doesnt say. 

I can feel the fire in his heart,

but I also feel the ice through his touch.

It seems like the more we talk, the less we communicate.

The more I reveal my soul to him, the more he keeps me a secret. 

I’m living in my own personal Hell not knowing which fire will burn me less.

With mascara smudged on to my pillow case,

I’m wondering when my heart will stop mentioning him.

I’m caging myself in my own thoughts while his mind is lost in this world, far from me.

Our relationship was like a pure red rose with thorns so sharp they could bring the Devil to his grave.

I guess our fight with destiny only had one outcome all along, and we were never meant to win that fight.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Sometime dear Benita. We know the ending at the beginning.
"I guess our fight with destiny only had one outcome all along, and we were never meant to win that fight."
I like and I know the above lines. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[RedHairedWarrior]

This poem evokes feelings of sadness well. Through your words I can feel your pain as well being reminded of (and feeling) my own past pain. Also, great contrasts throughout.

[Dave]

Your grief for a lost love is so poignant.
Your pain, I can almost feel myself. I
understand the succumbing to destiny.

[Benita Paloja]

Thank you so much for your review.