It’s Only Words

Words. We use them to communicate. They’re for building relationships and community. And unfortunately, they are used all too often to disassemble the human spirit. Here is a poem about words. I’d love to hear your words…


It’s Only Words


I’ll be your best friend
No one cares for you the way I do
I love you, for eternity

It’s only words

What kind of friend is it
who asks so much
yet gives so little
Draining the soul
and leaving one emotionally undernourished?

Attentiveness, possessiveness
Manipulating relationships
Carefully pruning away vital organs 
until you are the only one left to sustain us
This kind of caring deadens the heart

As for love, well, you can’t convince me
that love is eternal by whispering sweet nothings in my ear
beyond the pages of a romance novel
interest and attraction fade
leaving only traces and echoes

Words that began as absolute truths
turn into broken promises
Meaning seeps through the  crevices of time
leaving empty shells until

It’s only words


©Deena Remiel, 2010.


3 Comments Add yours

  1. Judy says:

    I remember my frustration with a boyfriend, long ago. He’d tell me he loved me, and I kept thinking of My Fair Lady. “Words, words, words. I’m so sick of words.”
    “Don’t tell me: show me!”

    1. deenaremiel says:

      Ironic that we’re in the business of words and practice the craft of “show don’t tell”. 😀
      By the way, I’ll have a follow up poem that will look at the more positive side of words.

      1. Judy says:

        Yep, the irony is not lost on me. LOL!

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