You say you love me,
But your love feels like death.
Your words are meaningless.
They’re nothing but blurred.
We tangled in the sheets,
twisting the words in my head.
Complicating it’s meaning,
twisting it’s simplicity.
You blocked my thoughts,
with your trail of kisses.
Trailing to a dictionary,
to the truth of the word
Our hands entangled with one,
not able to write what we felt.
No marks were drawn,
to draw that heart.
You blind me with your “love”,
with you I had no sight.
You were that special one,
until I’ve seen.
You claimed to love me,
but your eyes looked past mine.
Not sharing the same love.
My eyes loved you more.
You pushed me aside,
not expressing the love.
That’s when I realized,
your meaning was different than mine
