Friday, April 21, 2017

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 

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