i can count on one hand
how many times I said 'i love you'
and meant it
those three words aren't hard to say
they're hard to make meaningful
or honest
and a strong as they are
in the rare chance, you get the sincerity of your message across
they can't save lives
at least they couldn't save his
and with every broken whisper
i watched as his life drained slowly from his eyes.
it's funny
i used to think the world
could be a better place
all we had to do is love each other
but i was a fool
you can't love someone if you haven't hated them yet
for hate is but sweet solace
to those who long for it
And we are empty lies behind rotten lips
Our swollen tongues form words we didn't want to speak
And even now I think
I am but broken, bleeding thoughts
And you are 6 feet below that
Unbreathing.
-'i love you' is an over-fantasized lie created to trick us into falling under a false sense of security
YOU ARE READING
Sweet Nothing
PoesíaA small collection of poems written from a dark place in my head.. From the deepest reaches of my soul to the hollow of my heart, on your screen is everything I found the words to express, whether or not it makes any sense at all.
