something
in the way you say
"i love you"
sounds wrong.
off.
unintelligibly dishonest
in a way that
i can neither
prove,
nor disprove.
you bring me flowers,
kiss my forehead
but white roses
are forgiveness -
or at least thats
what nana said -
and your lips
are a desert
when i always
preferred the beach -
but you know that.
subconsciously
i'm searching, begging, yearning for something,
anything; obvious evidence
that this is
all
in
my
head.
because it could be.
i could be as crazy as i feel.
but i have no such evidence,
and
something
in the way you say
"i love you"
sounds wrong.
off.
unintelligibly dishonest
in a way that
i can neither
accept,
nor deny.
but i have to
because otherwise
there is nothing left.