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”.