The Truth

The truth

'I love you' was just the title
Of the book under those
Three words I wrote ten thousand
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:
'Jimi Hendrix solos
Swimming through summer nights' you would've
Read writing like 'A gold
Medalist spiralling off the high
Dive with no splash, perfect ten'

If you would've taken the time you would've
Read 'Lets leave here, right fuckin' now
Without a breath or a call home'
But all you heard was I love you
A joke of a sentence a sentence men
Who pretended to know you whispered
To you during sex because it seemed
Appropriate for the situation it played
Out that way 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 ten thousand words
To myself while you
Label me with ones like 'weird' and 'aloof'
Words have never been friends with the truth