A Girl's Collection

Our Words

We spoke so much.
So many words dripping and oozing from our lips.
So many laughs and giggles jumping through waves.
So many emotions crossing across our bright red faces.

We spoke so much about you.
I remember your dreams and aspirations.
I remember the softness of your voice.
I remember the gentle breathing that echoed while you were sleeping.

We spoke so much about me.
I remember telling you my throat wrenching fears.
I remember telling you my peeves and my happiness.
I remember listening to you over our phone calls.

We spoke so much about current events.
I remember talking about how much was happening.
I remember telling you about those other boys trying to take your spot.
I remember our inside jokes.

The love we shared was inseparable.
The love we gave was powerful.
The love we spared was enlightening.

I never knew the kindle and flame within my heart would burn so bright at your voice.

But, I remember those words you spoke...
The words you placed at the end of your tongue and flicked off.
The words that shattered my already broken heart.

You say you didn't mean it.
You say it was a mistake.
You say so many promises and ask so many questions that I shiver.
My chest aches for the mistake you caused.
But my lungs quiver at at how big our fight blew up.

I criticized you.
Looked at you as a liar.
I only saw a man I'd never met who said he loved me unconditionally.
I started to believe our days together were a dream.

That's when I had realized that I was the one in the wrong.
Constantly crying and saying how naive I was.
Constantly saying how hypocritical I became.
I was just running my mouth while telling you to see my side when I wouldn't even look at yours.
I didn't want to see the possibilities.
I was blind in sadness and anger.

I miss your voice sometimes.
And now... I'm placing small strands of tape on our old wooden bridge.
The bridge that is slowly falling apart.