Simple Words Have No Simple Meanings

How are you.

I love you.

I miss you.

I will be there for you.

Forever.

Weighted words,

Weighed down my weighted hearts and minds,

Tragic tenses that turn to past,

Words that never seem to last,

We go back,

Trying to replay,

To make that infinitely definite moment stay.

This isn’t poetry,

Its languid language played on to resemble beauty,

When all they are are crushed fragments

Of misplaced remnants

Of what once was.

The smoke brings tears to my eyes,

As I try and hide the true meaning behind the irises

So tortured by the viruses

Of a seemingly intact soul gone wrong.

We speak up,

We look up,

We try and make up,

But we never truly figure out,

The emptiness behind our own plague,

Of words so vague.

Words that have lost their meaning.

I’m a satellite heart,

Lost in the dark,

Trying to figure out a past,

That’s broken a future,

Ruined a present,

And rearranged an entire moment.

Don’t go back to the black,

Remember the words you fought to bring meaning to,

To believe in,

To find freedom in,

From the loves lost,

And the moments that have passed.