Late night thoughts. Enjoy ~
I am no poet; words of love have no place in my vocabulary
Daily his name creeps across my thoughts
Followed imminently by the words “I love him.” Without fail; as if the words are etched in my brain.
I’ve become accustomed to this thought process. Did I start this on purpose? It would feel wrong now to change it…
His name. “I love him.”
Too late to change my mind; it’s become habit… and yet, I have no words of love escape my mouth. It’s also become habit to keep those to myself.
God knows if I let them out, if I let myself become vulnerable ever again, my world could come crashing down around me.
That was a habit I had to break long ago.
So no words of love escape me.