Exposed

I could have wrote a book

with the things I never said.

My heart and soul exposed in ink

on the pages of a book.

The surrealness of my love

read by the world.

To you in exaggeration

of passion.

To me an underestimation

of feelings to difficult for words.

I’m bleeding for him to understand.

I’m screaming for him to understand

Maybe if I told him all things I never said.

I would not be here alone.

I ‘d expose my heart and soul

for him to see

that he means so much more

then he thinks

to me.