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