You Cannot Just Say Everything

"This time I am hoping you would know me better."

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You cannot just say everything.

To love words, to love fiction

The power it gives a person.

The way it may seem, as if, as one, liberty and prison.

The metaphors, allegories, allusions—Illusions

The passing phase; its motion

It is there, it has passed.

It is there still—amassed.

This time I am hoping you would know me better,

From the words I gave you letter by letter,

From the books, the almost-love-letters, prose, poems that I sent,

Scribbling on water, yet I am in lament.

You are consistently inconsistent,

I am inconsistently consistent —

I know not what to do.

I am bound by this unarticulated circumstance —

And probably so are you.

To hope that somehow, someday,

In the back of your head,

You will indirectly understand:

I was (perhaps still am) in love with you.