In Poetry We Say....

In English we say,

“I don’t love you.”

In poetry we say,

You don’t love me the way I want to be loved,

Where you know me as well as I know you

And where you’ve fallen for my soul, 

Not just something everyone else says. 

To love and to be loved 

Tracing my scars on my arms 

Back to my lips 

Pulling me in for a kiss.

Where an old blossomed friendship 

Turns into something more, 

When you look at me with those eyes.

To not be owed for anything 

To not be owed for wanting love

For it to be unconditional,

And real.

Where the painted face I’ve shown everyone 

Unmasks itself to you

Without me having to do it 

all over again.

Where the stars that interline

Shows our pasts are parallel to each of our own; 

To understand without words.

When I shall not have to burn myself alive 

For you to glance in my direction,

Even if I’m one but few in a small room.

Where my clothes aren’t soaked from the dam of deep water that you’ve inflicted onto me;

Only but a small piece of wood 

Skating above the water's surface. 

I’m drowning.