spilled ink

Empty Words

"I love you"
You said it again. You said those words everyday. Everyday those words becomes... meaningless.

"I love you"
I examined your face everyday once you tell me those words. Since that day, it wasn't the same. Your face doesn't light up anymore. Your eyes doesn't sparkle anymore. What's wrong? Am I holding you back?

"I love you too"
Now you got me hooked to your meaningless game of words. It's your fault. The blame is on you.

"I love you too"
I don't breathe those words like I used to. It felt bitter in my mouth. It doesn't feel like home. It doesn't taste like you anymore. Everytime I say those words, I think of maybe I'm in love at the concept of loving or being in love not by being inlove with you.
But I swear to you, I am or had loved you.

Yes. Loved.

You were my first everything. Ironically, you were the first one to let go... so I followed. I kept my word; I will always follow and love you.

You didn't.

I followed.

"I won't leave you. Never."
You lied. You're not a man of words.

"I love you."
Those three empty words.

I look at the bedside table. 2 am. We met at 2 am, another ironic thing today is you left me at 2 am. I'm alone with my thoughts again.