A Tangle of Hurt and Happiness - A collection of poetry

I Love You

"I love you."
Those three words seem so easy to say these days.
But it's so much harder when you mean them in a special way.

"I love you."
I whisper every night before I go to sleep.
And I hope that one day I'll hear you say it back to me.

"I love you."
They lie, and the pages begin to bleed.
Nothing hurts quite like a false piece of hope when your heart is weak.

"I love you."
Those three words that I don't want to hear anymore.
I don't want to say them either, yet still I am here, saying them to you.

I love you, darling.
Mon coeur, mon joli trésor.
But I should say no more...