Words

Found this poem I wrote in January of 2000: very oddly prophetic.*

Words

Empty words fall on my ears. 

How can I be the only One who hears

Them? Daily, in my mind, over

And over. They bring joy, pain,

Pleasure and rain.

You tell me what you think I 

Want to hear. Tip the bottle, too

Much to bear. Love is strong, binds

Us close, maybe that's why it hurts

The most.

Tears me in half, the tears

I cry. The phone rings, the honey 

Flows, and the river runs dry.

Lead on, Lead away, I follow blindly

Until the day.

You tell me what you think I 

Want to hear. Tip the bottle, too 

Much to bear. Love is strong, binds

Us close, maybe that's why it hurts

The most.

Out comes the sun, the wounds 

Begin to heal. I rise out of bed, 

The scars will soon fade. Memories

Are only memories and disappear

With age.

You tell me what you think I 

Want to hear. Tip the bottle, too 

Much to bear. Love is strong, binds

Us close, maybe that's why it hurts 

The most.

*almost 2 months after I wrote this, I met my now ex-husband, and just came across this while cleaning out old files this week-it feels like a warning from my younger self