No More ...
stopping myself writing the poem I wish to write

I want nothing more than to write about you and what you do to me
To scrawl endless flowing rivers of words about you
Oh, how I wish I could write that poem of you and me
But I won't
I can’t
It’s too great a risk, too much pain and hurt in words past
No more will I chance my future pain staring back at me that way
So this poem is not the poem, it is not what my heart longs to say
Voices in my head begin to see the cracks and say ‘I told you so’
Whether those cracks are even there, I’ll never know
In time there may be poems again, the heart may be un-caged
Until there is certainty
No more words, no more spilling of unrequited love and fancy
Just this poem, that isn’t the poem
I wish I could write for you
About the Creator
Savannah K. Wilson
She/Her | Australian 🏳️⚧️ Author
Queer and all class with a touch of sass! (or maybe the reverse!)
short stories, poetry, life experience



Comments (9)
Oh Savannah, this is strumming the ole heartstrings; congratulations on a Top Story, well earned.
I loved reading it 😄
Sad yet beautiful, I could definitely feel the pain..
Awww, this poem was real and had strong emotion to it, but also self control. Love it, and congregation on top story.
Back to say congratulations on your Top Story! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
What an emotionally packed read. Congratulations on a much deserved Top Story.
As usual you manage to paint a stroke of the heart's longing in wrenching verse, hella well done Sav. Power to you, this feels like one of those poems that's written in the blood of one's own passions.
This was absolutely heartwrenching. Sending you so much love.
Oh Savi, I wish I could hug you right now 🥺❤️ This feeling, these emotions, I know them all too well and it makes me sad to know you're experiencing them. Sending you lots of love and hugs 🥺❤️