Something's or a lot of things are still unsaid

To all the messages that I unsend,
To all the feelings that remained within
To all the dreams that left unexpressed
To all the words , that were not said.

The soul of mine wants to say sorry for not having the courage to accept the fact that I too loved you with everything I own ,
from ups and downs
to the bridges and drowns
I knew I had your back no matter what
And you knew that you had mine
and you told me this thing a million of times.

Never admired your presence
Never confessed that I am in love with your essence
And see what I had in the end,
Nobody to console and nobody to hold .

The brain still agrees to what i did was correct
But the heart still denies
Whom to ask , who's wrong or who's right .
But what makes the difference
The things that have been done
Has been done
A  guilt in your heart and heaviness in your mind is what is left.

                             ~ by Alina usman