Two Sides to Every Story

words of affirmation

My love language is words of affirmation.

Its almost a contradictory statement,

because I only seem to fall in love,

with those who use their words as weapons.

Line by line,

I fall to my knees at the mouth of your bayonet.

You can press your pistol to my skull —

But only if you do so with eloquence.

Finger on the trigger,

Spitting bars asking me what I was doing at the bar

Last Tuesday night.

Last Tuesday night, right?

I didn't mean to do it,

but the way he spoke to me,

felt like song.

The way he manipulated the English language;

he grew gardens in my mind,

and I couldn't help,

but take a bite,

out of an apple that wasn't mine.

I don't seem too innocent now, right?

You push the gun harder against my skull

This time trying to snake your way inside,

Hissss newly planted garden in my mind.

Slimy sentences,

Spewed like they're venomous,

Seamlessly spinning a scoff and self-righteous seriously,

Into sabotage.

You push harder,

Scouring for any semblance of love,

That might be found,

For him and not for you.

I'm supposed to be scared, right?

My heart is beating out of my chest,

my palms are cold and sweaty,

and my mouth is dry.

Bone dry,

making it impossible to articulate any sentences.

Which makes me want to listen to yours (even more) —

every calculated syllable,

enchanting me.

This is how love is supposed to feel, right?

The pressure is relieved,

off the back of my skull;

You fire the gun in the air,

just to remind me it still works.

It feels like we just got our power back,

after a hurricane.

I'm turning the A/C down,

And the lights up;

You're standing in the kitchen

— shirtless —

Embalming me in your apologies.

It's forgive and forget, right?

Your apologies,

leave me defenseless.

Your actions,

are just a distant memory.

I told you already,

my love language is words of affirmation,

so as long as you bandage my bullet holes,

with the perfect combination of lies,

I'll be fine.

You'll be fine too, right?

It's almost a contradictory statement,

you fell in love with someone,

who will fall in love with anyone,

who knows the right words to say.

She's been in love with the language,

longer than she's even been capable of being in love with you.

How will either of you ever be fine?