Actions instead of words

I burn to say that I love you, I have the vowels trapped in butterflies and I want to take off in flight to spell the letters that make up my emotions for you.

But it is so basic and heavy that it costs me the last molecules of my soul. So instead I kiss each open wound of your feelings, I remain silent when a storm takes your place and I hold my breath while your pain is curses that only hurt you.

I can't say what I feel when it looks like a brittle promise, a see you later left with a padlocked door that my arms got tired of breaking. It is better that I show you how my eyes fight against dementia not to be drowned in your beauty, that my fingers cut themselves to not flee towards the sands of your body, that I stay with my legs always knowing the way to all the sorrows that you safeguard.

If you want, I apologise for not telling you that I love you from the roller coasters and the crashing helicopters. But if you want, I can also tell you I love you with staying by your side when the world has gotten bored of all your moods.

 

Ta.