There is nothing quite like the sound of “I love you”;

So much promise in three little words

Yet not once did you even endeavor to prove them.

They are placeholders, conversation-starters ways to pass the awkward silences.

 

Words like band-aids, like a cherry lollipop after getting a shot;

The sound of your sweet little vows, lies or otherwise,

Somehow undo the damage that has already been done.

 

So I take your hand and I smile

Because there is so much security

In never having to believe a thing.

 

With you, I am safe in my euphoric world of denial

And with you, I have found my home in never having to expect sincerity.

There is nothing quite like the sound of “I love you”.