Day 12

I feel…
There is a constant flow of regret and unspoken truths
That flow through my veins.
There isn’t medicine made for this type of hurt
Nor any cure I know of.
No solution.
I can’t move forward or backward
Without tripping over my own heels.
Until I say what I need to say.
But I don’t know what that is.
How can I tell someone
What I can’t tell myself?
Why can’t I speak the truth aloud
Instead of crumbling to a mix of sighs and nods?
I. Love. You.
And you’ll never know
Because I’ll never tell you.