“I love you.” He whispered softly, sweetly.
I search my heart and soul
And through my guilt and shame,
I whisper my response.
“I love you.” Words, gentle and kind,
Hollow and empty.
A gentle breeze
Blows through the air.
“I love you.” Words, light, empty, blown away.
By a breeze so slight
That he never even felt it.
[Words can never fill this void.]
“I love you.” I whisper,
Trying to find sincerity
And truth
Beneath my lies.
“I love you.” I whisper to him
As I think of another.
My words burn my tongue
As they slowly sneak through these tainted lips.
“I love you.” He says, with sincerity and honesty.
He knows nothing of my treachery,
Nothing of my lies,
My silent betrayal.
“I love you.” Gentle words
That cause so much pain,
Burn my tongue,
Pierce my heart.
“I love you.” Words that mean nothing, yet
Cut deeper than any blade,
And hurt so much more.
Words that burn my very soul.
“I love you.” Words I whisper, hide behind, and suffer through,
As I continually refuse the one thing that can relieve this pain,
Put out this fire, and stop these tears.
The blade.
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