"I love you"
The words escape your lips
as I walk you to your door.
But you have no idea what that means,
See, you look at our title
as if it were on the cover of a book,
and you’re too afraid
to read the story.
Flip the pages and you’ll
see that we’ll eventually get married,
then three years later we’ll
wake up with a sudden disgust;
realizing that we want a divorce,
and our children would
grow up thinking love doesn’t exist
because in this generation we throw the word around as if we are capable of identifying it.
But I look back at you and whisper
“I love you too"