You Love Her

They say if it hurts, you know that it’s real.

Is it too much to ask for?

Is it too much to feel?

They say if you love her, you will set her free.

And you should be sick of this reality.

But they way she moves, it’s poetry.

Totally openly; soulfully.

The way that the sun plays with her hair,

The way that she laughs, without a care.

The curve of her body,

Its warmth,

Its perfection.

This is more than perception,

It’s Heaven.

But it’s a heaven that you don’t belong in.

Your glass is half full,

But it’s filled up with longing.

So you slink to the shadows,

An unassuming whisper.

And you wait for the day that you no longer miss her.

And it cuts you within, like a knife made of steel.

But it hurts,

So you know that it’s real.

You’re in chains made of love that’s been left unrequited.

And here in the dark, you’ll never be sighted.

You’re ravaged by torment that no one can see,

You love her

You love her

So you let her be free. 

by Emma Carter

Words In Motion 2014