You say "I love you";
but you don't even tend the garden,
or pull the weeds.
You say "I love you";
But you sit behind stony walls,
upon a throne of apathy.
You say "I love you";
but you bring crumbs to the feast,
and pour only drips of water,
into empty cups.
You say "I love you";
but you lie in a battlefield
of unhealed trauma,
refusing to pick up your sword,
and fight your own demons,
making HER the casualty.
You don't get to say "I love you"
anymore.
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
My Poetry Collection DEMORTALIZING is out now!!!: https://a.co/d/5fqwmEb
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