Because I couldn’t lie
And say I knew what it meant
To even put up for rent
The love I had to give
This passion to live
To dance and rejoice
To use my very voice
And say how much I still craved
For my soul to be saved
By the one meant to be mine
To share a love so divine
But it wasn’t meant to be
I was awash in a sea
Of love left unheard
It was just another word
Which meant nothing without
Filling this vast drought
Which resided in my chest
No matter how I dressed
There was no way to cover
My desire for a lover
Who saw who I was inside
Even when I cried
My soul wept
And I was never swept
Away by the rewards others found
The wistful sound
Of that cherished word
All I had was love unheard
My chin pressed to my chest as tears rolled down my cheeks. I’d known what was in the journal and the others I filled. Hearing one of the men I loved read them out loud hit differently. It struck my heart like a knife with how much pain I’d been in. I thought I was fine on my own, living the life I wanted. The reality was, I poured my heart into these journals and that was where I left it. My words weren’t revisited, my struggles untouched. Once they went onto the page, that was where I left them.