The Words
And so the story goes...
Here we met.
You were funny and I laughed.
You were sensitive and I prodded.
You chased and I ran.
But I was sad because--
No, if I say the words, they're true.
Here we loved.
In your arms I saw safety.
In your words I saw security.
In your eyes I saw eternity.
Still, I was afraid to be loved because--
No, if I say the words, we're over.
Here we fought.
You spend all your time apologizing.
I spend all my time saying it doesn't matter.
But it does. You're hurting me and I'm hating you
And you'd understand if I just said--
No, if I say the words, you'll leave.
Here we parted.
I let you go and you hate me.
You brush me off and I cry and hurt and die.
You say you'll never forgive me but
If I told you--
No, if I say the words, you'll hurt.
Here we ended.
You've written me off. Filed me away. Sealed the room.
I still dream of you. Wish for you. Wait for you.
I'm the one who broke your heart.
You're the one who owns mine.
And sometimes... just sometimes I imagine you.
I imagine you holding me as I sob and I scream and I live the words.
I'm dying.
Copyright © Ulysee Thompson | Year Posted 2005
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