Words ...

There I was, stumbling over words.
Struggling to grasp a few,
So that I could weave them into a few sentences.
May be words which could make a difference.
And he will know how I feel.
But not only I failed to express it right,
I just loosened my grip and let it all fall back.
Just like the waves on the shore.
One moment so close,
The other moment heading back so fast,
That you have to manage to stay behind.
He never understood the pain it caused.
The tarnished soul behind those few scattered words.
Or even the tears that rolled down my cheeks.

If only I was better with words

I think I would have been fine.

If only I was better with words

I think he would have been mine.