The end of us was like a kinfe through my heart, but I never told you. And I never will. Sometimes the words that you leave unspoken are the most powerful words of all. They say sticks and stones, but that's not true. Especially if the one you love never loves you. The emotional side to me comes out at night, as I lay in bed, remembering the nights that you lay beside me. But all these things that I feel so deeply in my soul can never come to light. So I keep the truth buried for only myself to see. I can't find the words to tell you something that would make you want to stay. Why? Why can't I seem to get these feelings down? The power of my emotions pours out of my pores, and yet, I can't vocalize the thoughts. So my unspoken words are both my savior and my personal hell.
