I Can't Tell You I Love You
What I cannot say out loud
I think in quantums, bounds, and leaps
Linking my past to a future I cannot reach
I dissect your dialect, using intellect
Not from book-bound knowledge but street smarts
My lacking response meets codependency
Lips sealed tight, fear of what might be
A throwback to professions alluding to a broken heart
Brokenness- my thought process
Commotion, emotion's camaraderie
Lingers in the present, and I resent it
Return to sender-
And I realize you didn't send it
Rendering bygone days mute ought to be my pursuit
But a divvy remains privy like a primitive timeline conduit
An unspoken "I Love You"
Simple words that speak so much
Trapped in a space I cannot quite access
Infinite finite, and the inklings of too little, too late
A not YOU problem, but one I must address
But, right now, I cannot verbalize how I feel
Silence falls far short of reciprocating
Inundating, my overwhelming fears
Yes, it's gone on for years
Tears, inward ones, cry for my inadequacies
My constant queries
To old occurrences and an uncertain future
Torture
I torture myself for not allowing "I Love You"
To fall from my lips like cascading leaves
Leave me, you will, or so I fear
As everyone else has before you
You, I adore you, this much is true
I just cannot tell you
Because my mind thinks in quantums
Linking my past to a future I cannot reach
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Marilyn Glover
Poet, writer, & editor, writing to uplift humanity. A Spiritual person who practices Reiki and finds inspiration in nature.
Mother of four, grandmother of two, British American dual citizen living in the States
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Felt this one in my soul's core I did. Gonna have chills at the memory of your poem forever. Phenomenal writing! 😍😍😍
This one really seemed to carve out a dance between head and heart! Some push and pull all beautifully but also tragically rendered!
Damn, Dharr said what I wanted to point out, haha! But how well-written is this!! Marilyn, this poem is incredible. A complete shot in the dark here, but is it about that could-have-been with the blue-eyed person you met? Forgive the guess, that's just what came to mind. I was sad to see you didn't place in the latest challenge results, so I hope this one hits a placement. Goodness knows you and your writing deserve it. <3
I especially loved how your poem ended with the two lines from your beginning. This poem was kinda the heart-ripping type. It ripped mine out. I loved it
Just wonderfully beautiful and I hope there are readers out there this may help. Good job.