love confession poem – Poetry by Rowan Evans

Author’s Note

This piece is about the space between feeling something and being able to say it.

For some people, expression comes naturally.
For others, it’s learned to be dangerous.
Words get tied to consequences–
misunderstanding, rejection, being seen in ways that don’t feel safe.

So instead of speaking, you hold it in.
You rehearse it internally.
You let it echo.

1-4-3 has always been a simple code–
something that turns something heavy into something easier to carry.

But even then, saying it isn’t always easy.

Sometimes the hardest words to speak
are the ones you feel the most.

— Rowan Evans

Person sitting in a dim room holding back words with faint glowing 1-4-3 numbers symbolizing unspoken love. — *Some words echo louder in silence than they ever could out loud.*

1-4-3 (Tongue Tied)
Poetry by Rowan Evans

I bite my tongue,
trying to stop myself.
I have so much
I want to say.

I try not to speak.

In the past
words have got me
in trouble—

because I’d say
what I feel.

But life taught me—
never let them
see you weak.

So I don’t speak.

I keep the words
held in my cheeks,
as I stumble back
into retreat.

I always leave
a piece of me behind—

hoping
I’d have to return to find it,
to become whole again.

It hasn’t happened yet.

At least,
that’s what I tell myself.

But I know better—
I left a piece of me
and went back to collect.

And still,
I choke on the words
I try to say.

It’s like I’m tongue-tied.

Open mouth.
Nothing comes out.

I just want to say—

I—

lost myself
trying to claw
my way out of this hell.

Struggling to speak—
the words in my head,
repeat:

1-4-3…
1-4-3…

And I hope,
you feel the same
about me.

Journey into the Hexverse!

[1-4-3]
A poem about love that isn’t rooted in need, but in choice. About finding safety not as a cage, but as a place where fear finally stops running—and stays.

If you’re interested in more poetry, you can find it here → [The Library of Ashes]

Author’s Note

This piece lives in the space between feeling something and saying it out loud. The moment before confession. The hesitation that isn’t rooted in doubt, but in understanding the weight of certain words.

It’s about needing your own permission before you speak. About knowing that once something is said, it can’t be unsaid. And about realizing that sometimes the only way forward is through the risk.

Some words change everything.
Some words reveal what was already there.

— Rowan Evans

A softly lit writing desk at night with an open notebook and pen, symbolizing vulnerability and a love confession. — *Some words are heavy.*
*Some risks are worth taking.*

Only One Way to Find Out
Poetry by Rowan Evans

They told me to close my eyes,
asked me, describe what I see—

I see a vision of beauty,
radiant and true.
I see an angel’s face
with a devil’s mind—

You’re one of a kind.

They told me to take this pen,
write down everything
that I feel. But what if,
what I feel is too real?
So I negotiate with myself,
try to strike a new deal.

Because I’ve got—
so many things, I want to say.
But I need my own permission,
to undertake this mission.
Because once pen touches paper,
and ink bleeds across the page—
it’ll twist into confession.

What if I slip
and I say,
I love you?

What would I do?

How would I
protect myself
from this?
If a simple
four letter word
slipped—

would it end everything,
or be a new beginning?

I guess
there is only
one way
to find out—

If you’re interested in more poetry, you can find it here → [The Library of Ashes]

Poetry by Rowan Evans

Tag: love confession poem

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