Words = Shit

It's In The Trees

Words = shit,
Words mean nothing,
Words != truth or now or what you feel,
Or what you will feel.
They’re easy and common,
Thrown around bedrooms,
Battered by misuse,
Until they bleed to death.
Garbled intimacies,
Terrible promises,
Hopeful even as they’re
Strangled by phones.
Their meaning beaten out of them
By their careless employers,
They lie:
I love you.
I’ll never leave you.
You’re so important to me.
I can’t live without you.
I can’t imagine not knowing you.
We’ll always be friends.
I want to grow old with you.
Words = shit,
Words = shit,
Words = shit.