actions speak louder than words
I believe is the old addage
I saw someone who reminded me of you...
looking at her, I remembered the night we met
and how much fun I had...
I realized I had been staring at her.
so, I turned around and kept missing you.
once those words, poured on paper,
sent addressed to me.
I think I cried when I read them,
cried from joy,
I can't say I remember exactly.
I cried when you hit me.
cried from shock and fright
the first, second and sixth times.
in-between I just bit my tongue.
familiarity made my eyes dry
the same sting
the same words, placed around my face
the I'm sorrys and the I love yous
that it'll never happen agains
and the you know you deserved its.
I love you turned into you know I love you
to I shouldn't love you
to you don't deserve my love
to you don't deserve shit.
filthy little slut.
slap. smack. slap.
your actions spoke volumes,
preaching to the ears of the deaf.
and to think I used to love you.
