I’ve always been a word nerd. Books transport me. Lyrics move me. Puns make me laugh.
But as the saying goes, “Actions speak louder than words,” and now your words are mere whispers from the past.
You swooped me up with savory stories of a future that never came to fruition. I took your tales as truth, but they all turned out to be fiction.
I used a pen and paper to connect words into art. And in response, you used yours to manipulate my heart. You uttered words of hope and love, but now I know they’re lies. All you ever cared about was who’s next between your thighs.
Over and over, you said you loved me. Now I know that was never true. I fell in love with your mastery of words, but you only made them work for you.