unspoken.

I’m terrified of sleep
because I know which reality
I’d rather live in,
the one where you exist
in perfect harmony with the image
I’ve created in my mind
of what you should have been.
Restlessness
causes me to think through
every memory
where it could have gone wrong
or what I said
was taken out of context
because for several years
I’ve blamed myself for our destruction
when truthfully,
we were both to blame for letting the fires burn,
but you fed the flames with oxygen
from every word you tactfully spoke
and purposely left out.
In time,
we will get another chance
to meet,
face to face,
but we will both have grown into different beings
and still,
maybe all the things we wanted to say
are better left unsaid.

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