A gathering darkness in a faint heart
Harboring shadows of doubt and of hurt
Like arrows drawn deep in the wings of birds
Hidden letters underneath our tongues
Are saliva that unrest fermented
Scared words that invokes air polluted
Brewing disguised love, stuck in our lungs
Silence turns into airless cramped spaces
Suffocating our last hope for our love
Taunted by vultures hovering above
Ready to eat our flesh once we fall breathless
Spaces become impenetrable walls
Fortified fear, horrid indecision
For us to go astray, lose direction
And watch as our patch of heaven falls
Walls turn into raw hurts invisible
Drawing permanent lines that tear my soul
But longing persists, an immortal call
To utter these words inconceivable
HOW CAN YOU SAY that you love someone with only mere words? How could love be expressed and be reduced it into three words alone that undermine the majesty of love itself? Saying the words is an easy task but how can we trust these words when we ourselves cannot trust our hearts?
We should say what we mean, and act what we say. A person should be cautious of how he chooses to translate his love into words or actions because no one knows who might believe him. We do not want to break hearts, do we? But what if what we say turn out to be mere lies? Should we blame ourselves? Should we consider ourselves traitors for speaking the language of our hearts that we thought was true and absolute? Or should we just reason out what we feel using pure logic?
Love is a risk and it is your choice whether you will risk or not. And when you decide to utter the words, make sure you’re falling. For love is like cutting the same a rope in which you hold on to. Once it’s cut, there’s no turning back. If you fall hard, good for you. If you’re hurt really bad, grieve and cry but don’t let the pain consume you. You may suffer from some fractured bones but make sure you still have bones left so you could still walk. There would be instances where you would carry your own severed arm or foot home for you to stitch back unto your amputated limbs. You might look stupid for doing this but it doesn’t necessarily mean that you are. If you cut the rope and you’re not falling, don’t bother cutting the rope again. If you do, that is stupidity. You might be standing on the ground all along. Don’t fool yourself. You are not in love.
And weighing all these things, should we choose to be silent? People say following the heart would be the best choice and the most clichéd answer. But for those who no longer trust their hearts, a road of unrest awaits them—a dark path teeming with questions towards an end barren of answers.