Someone once said,
To love something is to accept the inevitability that it’s going to break your heart one day
And yet we do it anyway
Because it’s so much better with it

So why am I still stuck in my bed thinking about how to let you go, when I never had you in the
first place?
That stupid face you look at me with when I say something dumb,
Or the banter and inside jokes thrown back at each other
Every joke, every laugh we share is like a piece of warmth that I keep inside my heart
But I’m afraid if I push my own agenda it might all burn to ashes

Sometimes I imagine myself letting go,
Trying to accept the fact that we’ll never be more than friends,
My hands aching for a weight it’ll never be able to hold
But that what if keeps me from leaving
That what if we could be more

And so Id rather let my heart ache silence than risk it all
Because the pain of hiding it from you hurts less than the though of losing you

And so like the past three valentines, I’ll stay silent for the fourth
Hiding my feelings away like old clothes in an attic

*This poem was submitted before Valentine’s Day but we still wanted to recognize the submission