unsaid (i)

i’m sorry for the lines i blurred

my fingertips sliding past yours

i’m sorry for all the lies i’ve told

if you hated me enough my name

would eventually cross your mind

i’m sorry for the way i looked at you

a novel in my hand but in reality i was

reading between the lines of the sky

high above you and the ground beneath

for all the words i wrote thinking of you

all those long nights my vision blurred as i

whispered into dark silence for my mind to

let me live and when there were enough words

just floating in the air they became poetry

-deathetix