Condensation

Your words
hang
suspended in the air
on the droplets of your hot breath
stuck in condensation limbo
never reaching my ears
it matters not
what you uttered
as you grab my cold hand
and warm my heart

Your words
hang
suspended in the air
on the droplets of your hot breath
stuck in condensation limbo
never reaching my ears
it matters not
what you uttered
as you grab my cold hand
and warm my heart
So did you do it?
Did you do what you said you were going to?
What you promised you would do?
I didn’t think so.
You can’t be counted on.
You’re just like all the others.
Oh, you don’t want me to classify you?
To lump you in with all the rest of them?
What the hell is so different about you?
You say you’re different, but allย you’ve given me so far is
the same old shit.
Lip Service.
All I’ve gotten is
fucking lip service.
Don’t you realize your actions say all I need to hear?
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