If you could see what I feel.

The lightning in the distance,

the sound of thunder getting closer,

the rain beating on the closed window.

The ocean churning past the breaker,

the waves gently falling on the beach,

the sand sifting my position.

If you could see what I feel,

I’m afraid you’d tell me.

I’m afraid you’d explain it to me,

in words that I understand.

If you could see what I feel,

I’d try to protect you from it,

I’d try to keep it in the distance.

A puzzle lying scattered on the floor,

the pieces strewn in a beautiful mess.

We are never broken.

I was wrong when I said I had missing pieces.

I was wrong when I thought I needed you.

We are never broken.

If you could see what I feel,

I’d cradle you in my arms.

I’d protect you from the hurt.

The clouds trying desperately to cover the orange moon,

the reflection it cast across your face.

The silhouette of your smile on the wet grass below.

The still water below that bridge,

beckoning me to jump.

The silent splashing water covering me as I descend.

Love never falls asleep.

It’ll wait out on the porch until you’re ready.

Roll that stone away from your heart.

Heartache will visit, but it isn’t lasting.

I’ll never let it stay there for long.

I’ll push, you pull.

Please see what I feel.

Please don’t make me say it again.

If you could see what I feel,

you’d open your arms.

If you could see what I feel,

you’d say, “it’s all okay”.

If you could see what I feel,

you’d believe what you say.

If you could see what I feel,

only kindness matters.

If you could see what I feel…

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Offering up a poem for Thursday’s Poets Rally, check them out to read some awesome poems. Also, hopping into Poetry Potluck, you’ll be pleased with the poets over there. And finally, One Shot Wednesday over at One Stop Poetry, some amazing folks indeed.