His "I love you" came swiftly
Like the monsoon pouring down on a leaky roof
Those three words broke through my defenses.
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 absence, 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 speed 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
- Kayla Lynn