Untold threads of the unspoken
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.
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The scent of petrichor,
The intense heat,
The ashes of your emotions
Tasted so sweet
A bitterness I consumed
With a hungry need.
Colored upon your face with eager words
A book I could have read a thousand times over,
Unexpressed and unsaid
A story told in tears unwanted.
It was a game we played only to lose
Guess once, guess twice
Lose thrice and win none,
It was a game that left our souls stripped,
Undone,
My thoughts never traced the paths your tears did,
Notions caught in a deadlock of sentimentality.
Woven in threads of gossamer
They traced an intricate path,
Pain of a thousand moments,
Countless words and self-doubt
Condensed within a liquid work of art.
Your eyes spoke louder than words,
Entire storms brewed within
A dystopic world of reality
Caught within your tempest I spun,
Twin stars drowned within the sea
As the spirit burned.
Vehemence and ardor
Poured from you with the same passion
As your voice echoed from a thousand ancient drums
Yet,
Your words were lost amongst a million more,
All unheard and swept aside
A story of silence within chaos.
The frustration dug deep within your eyes
Even as your words failed you,
You clawed at your throat in vain,
It was all an act,
A poor effort to mask the misery
For what words could paint your story,
Even the darkest of colors faded to grey.
Nods and hums,
Fingers tapping a beat with impatience,
The polished shoes, sighs, and silence,
Tell me your story.
I’ll listen they said,
At the end of the hour a smile
It’s all they could do to sympathize.
I waited and I’d wait
Hours, decades, they’re all the same,
I’d wait centuries
To hear the words
You’d meant to say.
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