What I Put Into Pages

I made something
out of the things
I could not say
without shaking.

Not to make you stay.
Not to ask you
for an answer
you were not ready to give.

I only wanted you
to know that somewhere
between your silence
and my hope,
there was a heart
trying to be honest.

Some pages were soft.
Some were painful.
All of them were real.

And even if you never
feel the same way,
I wanted my love
to exist somewhere
outside of me.