All The Things I Never Said

by Mae Krell

“That’s because you aren’t feeling the rain all you’re doing is getting wet”

You gave me flowers and told me that as long as they live our love will too But those flowers are slowly wilting and you are not by my side. Just because these flowers are damaged and broken does not mean they are not alive These flowers are still alive and our love should be too

You don’t really know someone until you’ve talked to them at 3 in the morning 3 in the morning is when words are most sincere and eyelids are slowly sinking. the hour when the most genuine thoughts and opinions come out But when you are alone at 3 in the morning everything you have ever tried to forget comes flooding back at once like a tsunami tide and all your demons collide

and all you can hope for is that if you close your eyes it’ll all go away But when it doesn’t what do you do then? some people choose to overdose some to drink or to smoke and some take pills because it would be nice to sleep for a while a coma maybe or a long nap anything to escape. anything to get rid of these thoughts these feelings

we all go mad sometimes and that small break into insanity is actually what keeps us sane.

I kinda believe people die when their fire burns out, you know, that fire that kinda keeps you going. Stars too, all they are, are balls of fire and they take years and years and years to burn out. I think when someone dies, they turn into a star and they get a fire that hardly ever burns out, unlike the ones they had as humans. And stars, if you look up at night you can see, they light up the sky.. Technically if you figure out the science and do the math, if there was only one star, it could light up approximately the living space of one person by itself. I guess I think every person is assigned a star that shines on them and tries to help them keep their fire burning for as long they can before that person is ready to join them up there, as their own star.

Today is not a good day. And today is not a bad day. Today is a day. And I am completely okay with that.

And at the moment I first spoke to her, I already knew I would soon spend countless hours attempting to write a poem as beautiful as she is

Once you allow someone to get close to you they find a way to get under your skin and into the joints that hold your fragile bones together They add their own pieces into your puzzle until they feel that they understand you Once someone gets to this level they are capable of writing full novels simply based on the sound of your voice when you have just woken up or the way your lips taste after your morning coffee But they they decide to reposition their pieces in a different corner of your puzzle and when they look around they realize there is actually another whole world inside you they they hadn’t even discovered yet