silent love

they asked me what i thought of love

and i said i didn't think much of it at all.

that word.

that word that means so little to a poetess.

for i have spun one hundred lovely tales

and each of them contained the word so many times

that i was

sick with it.

so please, don't tell me that you love me.

help me across the river and tell me why you love the stars.

laugh until you're afraid you'll break.

and if you need to

don't say anything at all.

because i promise

in every moment that you turn those eyes on me
i will know what you really mean.

though i stay silent.

♥

p.s. sappy poems are my jam.
p.p.s how can summer be over already?