Sweet Nothings

the sweet little nothings you once whispered are now imprinted in my brain. they are cave paintings on a wall written in forever ink. my hands are lonely like when you get rid of a ring. the memory is still there so you find yourself fiddling with the nothingness since you left me, the butterflies in my stomach died of a broken heart. they were correct photographs do last longer than the real thing: looking back, i didn’t love you. love is nothing compared to how i feel. love is kindergarten talk. it doesn’t just cover a physical aspect of life- but if it could.. my love for you is like the ocean others have only experienced 3 % of it the other 97 % is unknown to everyone who hasn’t been there. so they call it love because they never experienced anything stronger they don’t know how it is. to know you will never see your other ½ again. because the doctors didn’t catch it in time. “i’m sorry” they tell me. And they are So i’m left with the sweet nothings you once said they are imprinted in my brain. they are cave paintings on a wall written in forever ink.