I Love You
Three words every girl dreams of hearing
Three syllables that can “make your heart skip a beat”
Nine letters that can create a fairytale ending, magic kisses, heroes that save us, dragons slaying
The “butterflies” in your stomach won’t fade away
Any woman would melt in your arms
To your seductive words
That roughly sculpt a woman’s character
But, today i wont make that mistake
I swallow your seductive words
and give you the powers superman refused to take:
The ability to see the unseen
The capability to let your heart be in charge
The mastery of letting your imagination over power your intelligence
Nowadays, “I love you” is said by the blind man to a world of deaf women
and with the brain rather than the heart.
We’ve come to a world where words no longer have the same meaning as they use to
Where those “sincere” words are nothing but air.
Where that sacred phrase takes place in the back seat of dingy cars, in spare rooms of parties with , and in ragtag motel rooms with stained sheets and worn out, broken condoms on the floor.
From now on, my lips will no longer utter the words, “I love you”
instead they will shower you with the complements that are unique to you
because you’re my proton that lets me feast on your positive charge and
you’re as sweet as a disaccharide of glucose and fructose.
My love for you is like a Phenyl Acetone/ Methylamine synthesis.
You and I have a bond not even and endothermic reaction could break
because those atoms that arrange the spaces between your fingers
are meant to be filled with mine.
And so, no more clichés.