confrontation

every time i read postsecret,
i'm reminded how short life is,
how fleeting beauty is,
how elusive love is,
and above all:
how it's all worth it.

i feel like we're standing on the edge of something big.
take a leap of faith with me.
either let me love you,
or let me let go.

but it's so hard to let go when letting go of you
means letting go of parts of myself-
the pieces of me,
my heart, my words, my identity,
that i've entrusted to you.

is there even still something left to let go of
or has denial and neglect taken care of it?

no.
i know there's still something
i still feel something
and i'm unable to believe that you don't

dammit, i feel so frustrated with everything that's unspoken
it's always been this way
but the distance has just exacerbated it
why can't i find the words whenever it comes to you
and me

meanwhile, i have all the words in the world to capture the dining hall's serenade of flavors resounding in a symphony of gluttony

we've lost it already haven't we...
is it even worth it, this struggle for words
when the subject i so long to define is nonexistant?
maybe that's why i struggle so

in yet another round of tug-of-war with silence,
i feel my words slipping out of my grasp in a blaze of raw pain.

i think i love you
and to tell you the truth,
i'm scared.