His "I love you" came swiftly. Like the monsoon pouring down on a leaky roof Those three words broke through my defences. At first they were an ambrosia; They sustained my life and our relationship. At least for a short time.
Then "I love you" became an excuse; For absences, and purpose-filled accidents. And I ignored the warning signs, the flashing lights. I pretended like "I love you" was enough...
...But it wasn't. His "I love you"s were like band-aids on bullet wounds; Like using play dough to fix cracks in concrete walls. But I rationed our good memories, I held on as tight as I could to our love And watched as it slipped through my fingers.
His "I love you"s became poison, That seeped deep into my bones, And turned blue skies grey, And turned light into darkness, And slowly killed whatever semblance of love I fooled myself into thinking we had left.