Alphabet soup

He's it.

Universally

It is a shame to fall in love with words

For words can not replace the absence of affection

Women and men have ingrained this in my head:

Don't trust him if he says he loves you

But forgets the color of your eyes

Don't trust him if he says your house feels like a second home

But forgets your dog's name

Don't trust him if he says you're special

But forgets you're rarity as soon as the liquor hits his tongue

I've been a disciple to these orations

Putting actions before words

My heart hopes for the best

Less and less

While I was once jostled and broken by reality

I now expect to be forgotten by those who kiss me after thirty minutes on the first date

And then, someone delivers a new sermon

He tells me that what I know about the "useless" bond between love and words is false

He tells me that if the words are proven true, time after time, there is no shame in falling in love 

You tell me I am beautiful and deserve to feel love 

And when your pale hands graze over me

It is like the sunlight from noon to six 

sweeping over everything 

washing my landscape in orange and gold 

and like a flower

I bloom for you

I commit the sin

I fall in love with your words

If I'm going to hell

sing me to sleep