Some words have no heart felt meaning anymore. Even swear words. I feel everything is just used too casually these days. This is my poem of despair.
Those three words
Can have a meaning so profound,
Even entitle me at certain times to spin my head right round.
Can to the ear be pronounced so bitter
Sound so bland and tasteless
When all you really want
Is one specific person to say them.
Three words can contain so much context,
Grief, vantage taking, happiness, desire- ouf of pure lust
Take your pick,
Its almost effortless to retort back with those words
When in your heart you don't mean it.
It can anger me to force out words so potentially potent.
People throw the words around too callously,
I roll my eyes in pity,
Wheres the honesty,
This issue angers and makes me irrate,
People have to understand,
When their meant,
When it's right,
Those words can transform your sight.
You will feel so high
Untouchable- as if you can fly
But sometimes- those three little words
Can sting, burn and deflate
Puncture you in the heart with a hole punch
Or fantastically permeate,
Send a dizzying rush which radiates.
All I need is for them to reverbrate
Out of me,
All of me,
I want to feel so happy I could die.
Alas, our hearts entwined.
So when I come whispering to you like all those other de ja vu's.
This time I will really mean this
I. Love. You.