A Lover's Grudge

I’m sending letters to you, with these distant signs delivered by my eyes,
I’m sending letters to you, with these words passing through my lips.
I’m sending letters to you, with these turns of my head as a simple disguise,
And I swear I can’t stop my eyes from staring at your hips.

I’m sending letters to you, by crying out in pain when your gaze leaves my expanse
I’m sending letters to you, by catching your eyes when they stare at mine.
I’m sending letters to you, by monitoring the explicit changes in your stance,
And I swear I could just kiss your lips when they shine.

I’m sending letters to you, for as we leave I do not stray away from your side, and
I’m sending letters to you, for all I do is smile when I catch you blushing.
I’m sending letters to you, for when you laughed I felt our hearts coincide,
But in the end you send me nothing.

In the end, we leave each other’s wake
In the end, we leave behind the drinks, and the place where stories met.
In the end, we leave the place where we could allow our hearts to break,
and all I wish is for you to agree to what our hearts have mutually set.

In the end, our laughs no longer grace each others ears,
In the end, our hands can no longer touch.
In the end, our minds cannot speak out to one another about our fears,
and for that we will always hold a lovers grudge.

In the end, love is a thing we think means so much more,
In the end, love is debunked by simplistic resistance.
In the end, love is what leaves an aching feeling of remorse,
But we merely chase romantic omniscience.