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Insecurity With Repitition.
"I love you."
Such a phrase I write to her on a daily basis.
I cannot help but express this, even when she is not there.
Thinking to much about the quality of the phrase,
So overused in it's origin,
Or possibly digging for the truth?
I cannot lie about the way I feel for her,
So I remind her everyday.....
However, it is odd how I now repeat it
When before I was utterly afraid to speak it....
Too many "I love you"'s have been said before,
Though not having any substance.
However with this reflection I remember the words
Of a man who only spoke plainly
Bluntly
Who I will refer to as Linus,
For that was his I.D picture on his card.
"Love is an action. I can say 'I love you Angela' but for me that means as a friend; I love you like a friend. To mean the words you have to show you do."
I couldn't help but feel a pang of realization
That his words were without a doubt, realistic.
So everyday I write those words to her,
With every moment I take to tell her the truth,
I realize I do it on my own.
I write repeatedly to compensate
For the time we cannot spend in reality.
"I love you sweetheart."
There are no words for the emotions I feel
When writing that phrase,
Especially sweetened with a nickname.
"This is an unearthly bond I am proud to call ours."
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