Ranting.

poetry

Falling in love is told to be adventurous

They say its bright, happy, everything you could ever need

Your voice thick as honey

sweet as pie 

Promising not to let go

Your breath hitching as I let out a laugh

My fingers shaking from uncertainty

I mutter out three words

stuck

honey sticks to me like webs 

trapping me into darkness that goes on for miles

that sweet grin turning into a frown at the thought of committment

love is not meticulous

love is not sweet and fun like the rehearsed nothingness you whisper into my ear

practiced responses

dry, deserted conversations

Love is dark and cold like the empty bottle my dad drops to the floor

muffled cries locked behind closed doors

Love is known to put smiles on sad faces

but the smile that once overtook my face has disappeared and what is left is the shadows of what you left behind

you say that you want me

but in my times of sorrow you stand there and watch the endless rivers of tears fall from my eyes

you say that I am not her

But I watch as you see her reflection in the cracks of my damaged heart

You say to look at the bright side

but the brightness has long dissolved with the dark shadows of my past

You say a lot of things

but when i mutter those three words you fall silent.