Unrequited

Unrequited

The words are lodged in my throat.

Claws dug into flesh, fighting to remain as they are,

While I cough and choke trying to expel them.

How can three little words cause so much turmoil within?

Sleep delivers dreams,

Infinite possibilities

Images that taunt me with the what if,

But only if I can say it.

My thoughts aren’t safe.

They cut swiftly and deep,

Taunting me with the feelings I denied to be true,

Slapping me with the realization

That to me, I will never be worthy of you.

I’d gladly swallow more than I should

If I could reach into me with mechanics and machine

And pull the words out to present them to you.

But still they remain…

Stuck, refusing to be said,

Giving neither an inch, nor inkling that they are there are all.

How can three little word cause so much turmoil within?