We don’t say I love you in poetry.
We say you became the dream I wrote down when no one else was looking. 🌙💔
In English, we say “I love you.”
But in poetry… we say it differently.
We don’t just say “I love you.”
We say:
“You’re the softest line I reread when the world feels too loud.”
“You’re the paragraph I highlight in every book, even when you’re not there.”
“You’re the silence between verses… the kind that still says everything.”
“You’re the reason I write, even when I swore I wouldn’t feel this way again.”
In poetry,
We say,
“I look for you in fictional worlds because reality never gave me a chance with you.”
“I see your eyes in characters that never existed, but feel more real than anyone I’ve met.”
“You live in the stories that made me believe in love—even if it wasn’t mine.”
“You’re the bittersweet ending I read over and over, knowing it still hurts every time.”
We don’t say I love you directly.
We say,
“You’re the story I never meant to fall into,
But somehow, you became my favorite plot.”
“You’re not just a sentence in my life.
You are the entire page.”
And when it hurts most,
We whisper,
“I know you won’t love me back…
But I loved you anyway,
Between the lines,
In every word I never said out loud.”
