POEM: 'Eight Letters' by Trinity

It’s amazing to me how far along we’ve come

Though four months may not seem long enough,

it is to me because I’ve never let anybody in so quickly.

Some may call it infatuation, but I say

eight letters.

 

Let me explain…

the only reason why I stress

you so much is because I’m panicking.

I just want you to be perfect

because being hurt by you

seems to be the worst thing

that can happen after I say

eight letters.

 

Overcomplicated is an understatement

as to how I’ve tried

 to justify you’re takeover of my nightly dreams.

It hurts to know

that you don’t know

 how much you mean to me.

I tell you that I won’t

because I’m trying to convince myself

that I don’t but…

I do

seven letters.

 

Voicing my opinion is one thing,

 but to vocalize my affection

towards you

 is so difficult

 that sometimes it makes me cry.

 I know I don’t make sense

 but I want you to know what I’m thinking

 without me telling you.

I want you to

six letters

first

without you knowing

that eight letters.

 

Excuse my idiosyncrasies, please.

I just don’t want to open myself completely

if you are not ready

to receive what I have to offer.

As much as I’m trying to find some kind of balance

on the tough interior

of my heart’s foundation

I still find myself falling…

falling in

four letters.

 

You make my heart smile.

But how can the same man

that makes me so mad

turn right around and kiss me so soft?

I’ve been able to overcome

some of my insecurities,

and though I may backslide,

no one has helped me

get this far except

three letters.

 

Offering you all I have to give

seems as hard as giving you all I have,

but what else can I do

to express

what you have built inside of me?

I’ve tried singing songs

and looking to other authors

for inspiration to write my poems,

only to realize

that I’ve written my own

eight letters.

 

Understand that the simplest things

are the hardest to say.

But maybe one day

I’ll be able to confess

that you are my biggest fear.

Even if we don’t last

I know that there’s a blessing

 in every lesson.

And the point of it all

is eight letters…

three words.

 

Dedicated to: C.A. Roberts