Hurt

You slowly float into my life. Like feathers in the wind. You talk about your love for me, the way you care about me. But, yet, you know nothing about those things. What you say love is; is different then what it really is. You toss around the word as if it has no meaning. You have hurt people with this word. Including me. No, do not try to be my friend again. The feather that you are must move on with the forever changing wind.