My Words

I am full of words.

Fat, long, impressive words,

Meaningful and elegant.

I just don’t know what you prefer.

I feed them to you from the palm of my hand.

In hopes they make your heart flutter.

In hopes they make your soul shine.

I strive to feed your enormous appetite and

I am depleted afterwards,

Drained from your insatiable hunger.

For you, my love, I’ll repeat myself a million times.

A million times, for you, my love, I will repeat myself.

If it will calm your fears, dry your tears, bring you sleep, I will repeat myself endlessly.

My love for you is endless and

Consuming.

I tear myself open and rip my precious words from my body.

I fall on my knees and cry to you.

Take them! Take them all!

They are meaningless without you.

And you, with your innocent smile, your ignorant smile, your smile that makes my soul shine,

Take them.

You tell me they’re beautiful.

You tell me you love them.

You tell me you love me.

Then you tell me you don’t understand them.

It breaks what is left of my body, my soul, my shine.

But.

For you

My love

I will endlessly repeat myself.

There merely words

After all.