Poetry

Perspective

I love you. 

Three words. 

Each a syllable long.

People say they've lost their meaning.

The truth is, people have just forgotten the meaning.

They're not lost, They're just blurry.

Maybe if people were to look ahead and not down, 

they could see the true meaning looking them dead in the face, 

 waiting for someone to see them the way they were once upon a time.

They're waiting to be seen as:

giving a piece of yourself to every person you say them to,

 promising to be there and to never leave them, 

to love them unconditionally, and without judgement. 

 If you are willing to give that to everyone,

 well it's no wonder you feel so empty when you say it now-- 

because you've run out of pieces to give.