Blank White Pages

I never reached out for your hand— Fingers interlacing, hearts intertwining. My words blistered on my tongue, And I tucked the unanswered glances Back into silence, Like love letters never sent. What do I do with the love I couldn't give? I'll bleed it onto blank white pages, Ink running from my arteries. My stanzas will contain The glory of my memories, And my metaphors will cradle A heart too heavy for your hands. I'll write us into existence— A universe where you know What it means To be loved. I'll carve my ache into rhythm. My tears will fall in poetic cadence, And my agony will rhyme. I'll fight the ugly beast— Time— So that I never forget That you existed And that I didn't get to keep you.