Abyss
You speak words at me,
but words mean little.
You tell me things I don't want to hear,
things that break me down.
You tell me things I only dreamed of hearing,
things that make me sparkle.
But your words fade away,
your actions, tone, expression all take over.
The two, they don’t match at all.
And I don’t understand.
I’ve never understood why.
Why don’t you pick?
to love me or not?
You did pick.
Your words are simply a masquerade,
a way to hide your contempt.
I just wish you wouldn’t lie.
That hurts.
You don’t mean to, do you even know you do it?
But day after day, you bring me pain.
A pain greater than any other hurt.
you took what could go away,
and formed it into a constant ache.
a pit of absence,
a gaping hole in my life,
a pain that resembled a shear abyss.
or more simply, a hole where love should be.