The Truth

The truth "I love you" was just the title of the book Under those three words I wrote 10, 000 more in my mind You never took the time to read those pages They weren't as easy to understand And were much less quotable No Those pages lie pristine and pure Smudged by no ones fingerprints but mine What you would've seen were sentences like Jimmy Hendrix solos swimming through summer nights You would've read riding like a gold medalist Spiraling off the high dive with no splash Perfect ten If you had taken the time you would've read Let's leave here... Right fucking now Without a breath or a call home But all you heard was "I love you" A joke of a sentence A sentence that men who pretended to know you Whispered to you during sex Because it seemed appropriate for the situation It'd played out in a movie they'd seen so they recycled the line No novel laid under their I love you's so you never read mine I keep my 10, 000 words to myself While you label me with ones like weird and aloof Words have never been friends with the truth