The Truth

The truth

"I love you" was just the title of the book

Under those three words I wrote 10, 000 more in my mind

You never took the time to read those pages

They weren't as easy to understand

And were much less quotable

No

Those pages lie pristine and pure

Smudged by no ones fingerprints but mine

What you would've seen were sentences like

Jimmy Hendrix solos swimming through summer nights

You would've read riding like a gold medalist

Spiraling off the high dive with no splash

Perfect ten

If you had taken the time you would've read

Let's leave here...

Right fucking now

Without a breath or a call home

But all you heard was "I love you"

A joke of a sentence

A sentence that men who pretended to know you

Whispered to you during sex

Because it seemed appropriate for the situation

It'd played out in a movie they'd seen so they recycled the line

No novel laid under their I love you's so you never read mine

I keep my 10, 000 words to myself

While you label me with ones like weird and aloof

Words have never been friends with the truth