Re: I Love You

Written by: Scribbler Of Verses

Three words,

murmured in exhaled whispers,

filling infinite ears,
through numberless tongues.

Three words,

soothing, embalming, teasing, cajoling, suffocating, giggling,

spoken so much, meaning so little,
conveying dreams, hopes, life, peace,

offering solace, comfort,
bliss,

stoking fear, frustration, anger,

emptying days of meaning,

offering rickety crutches,

onto which countless emotions end up leaning.

Three words,

mumbled, gargled, spewed, spit out,

violated, battered, ripped open, casually desecrated,

crashing down upon skewered hearts,

shrinking into nothingness,

in each breath that departs.

Three words,

‘I love you’,

blaring out of empty mouths,

emblazoned on fluff,

rings on fingers, cards, flowers, puffed teddy-bears,

stuff,

hollow stuff.

Three words,

mortify me, as I scribble this verse,

rendered catatonic by fear,

revisiting the truant past,

knowing,

three words,

curled-up, wounded, gasping for air,

accepting at last,

that,

you do not care