Empty words we indulge can fill up the holes
We went and shoveled out all on our own
It’s honesty’s faithful cloth which is composed
Of those that break our hearts and our bones
Words we feel don’t always speak in truths
Colored by fallacious tales we never outgrew
Lies are like chemicals we choose to abuse
My favorite is thinking you felt what I did, too
Say it out loud? No.
I promise I won’t.
Why would I?
You already know.
***
The tonic scent of fresh roses and ripe fruit
Which bore your warm saccharine perfume
The high notes of your crinkled voice’s tune
These fragments of someone are all I knew
But doesn’t love for the small pieces of you
Still count as love, if only a bit misconstrued?
What do divine honest glimpses not produce
If not some form of love, however minute?
I won’t say it. I promised, you know?
Plus, I don’t need to.
I already know...
