Empty Messages

You said your love, like a blanket,

Would keep me warm forever.

Yet I'm colder than your latent heart.

 

You handed me a paperback promise,

One that was immune to fold.

Yet it torn straight apart.

 

You whispered a poem straight to my ear,

In hope, for you, I would grow besotted.

Yet upon doing so, I crumbled.

 

You urged me to whisper back,

To reassure you of my presence.

Yet I just choked and mumbled.

 

You sat still; straight, silent,

As I felt a shiver pulse down my spine.

Yet you looked into my eyes.

 

You told me, finally,

How you wished things could have been.

Yet it all appeared to be lies.

 

Perhaps the truth gets lost in the cracks of your smile.