it is a depressing thing for me when
i call you my sweetheart
my honey, my dear, or
my girlfriend,
when i say
i love you
for words fail me at these times
and those that slip through
are not of my choosing
but of others, swirling in our
consciousness, placed there
by no one we will ever
know
because these words
mean nothing
for they are but air on my lips
forever never being able
to express anything and
everything
that i feel.















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