The words "I Love You" flows from the mouth like water,
Yet they hold the weight of the very house you live in.
We toss the words around like they are simply a means to affection, but they hold much more.
Ripping the very inside of your being with questions of insincerity and doubt.
And yet they hold more comfort than the hugs you receive when down.
The time you spend cradling those words like it was your unborn child is not the equivalent to the time it takes for someone to rip them away.
So yes, saying them is a struggle, but I would much rather struggle to say them than not try at all.
Do not rip your words away before I can develop my own though it may take time.
About the Creator
Clara .
I enjoy writing, drawing, and reading. I'm looking forward to sharing all of my work with the people who will see it. c:
When the Robots Took My Job
This is for RM Stockton's Write Club prompt for the month of April: AI Please allow me to vent. For "college," I went to a scam school that is now closed. We were promised internships that were never spoken of again after admissions, and we were promised help finding jobs. The first time I went to the career counselor's office, she was completely frazzled. She had no idea what to do with us, the film majors. The second time I visited her office, I let her know that I'd found myself a job, and she was visibly relieved.
By Rebekah Conard5 days ago in Journal
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