I was right

I wore your words
that summer 

like a delicate paper dress

I caressed them smooth with my hands

ironed them flat against my chest 

I danced in the rain 

let the letters crash land upon my wet tongue, 

slide down my throat and make a home 

in my heart. 

Such safe words. 

Like puppies fresh from the oven. 

I trusted. 

And it must have been

quite a surprise,

Don't you think, 

When I realized those words 

were nothing but ink,

On a sheet,

On a screen,

In the past,

From a dream

And this whole time I 

was dancing to a fool drum beat

And tripping on lies 

with my bare feet. 

Words that were once so heavy. 

Now don't make a sound 

They blow away

They never stay. 

It's okay....

He never really meant them anyway. 

Written April 16th 2017