Reviving The Dead Poem by Anna Greco

Why is it that,
love can be so magical,
yet be so,
terrifying?
From day one to the end,
you're always thinking, either,
this is the best time ever or
when will it end?

I always think about you,
do you wonder about me?
I always remind you that I want to be in your arms,
Yet it's silent, do you even want that?
Just let me think, for one moment.
Do you feel the same way?
I love this feeling.
I hate this feeling.

I remind you on what I love hearing,
yet, either I'm deaf,
or you're mute.
You said you can't live a day without me.
Either you're lying
or I expect too much.
Thoughts need to be heard.
Words are unspoken.

Every so often, thoughts collide with me,
they give me death itself.
Pain that is so unbearable that tears can't even heal.
It swarms against my heart, stabbing it,
laughing as it cries out.
Tears stain my cheeks,
and I clutch my chest,
'I'm okay, ' I say.

The quote is true,
'hearts are often left broken,
with words left unspoken.'
I laugh at it though,
hearts aren't broken, oh no.
They are left burning with words,
that we always want to hear,
that you never say.

Everyday, I will wait, telling myself,
'I'll hear his words, someday.'
The words, 'I love you, ' don't always fix things,
they just patch up the cuts that were made.
They make me feel warm, for a bit.
I know you're thinking something else,
so why can't you just say it?
11: 11pm is fake, I know now.

Oh, heartburn, why?
Why do this to me?
I know my thoughts are easy to ignore,
yet you ruin my happiness more than anything.
Heartburn, let me speak.
If your going to singe my heartm
don't give me scars that are always there/
Just, for tonight, make my heart crack into two.

Love is a fear of everyone,
a heart broken is left behind.
Smiles turn to frowns.
How can it turn something,
from being so beautiful, into something terrifying?
We fly, we soar our skies.
We fall and crash into pieces on the dead ground.
'We're okay, ' we all say.

One day, one day,
I promise you,
love will not be there for you at the worst.
And we'll let our tears be the sun,
the scars be the memories,
the dead ground be our home,
and finally, we'll gasp the truth,
'we're not okay.'

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(Note; I am not referring to a physical heartburn. I am talking about the rejected feeling that you get whenever someone denies you.)