He said he loved me over and over.
But i'd watch each letter slowly creep through his teeth
As they spell out the words I never asked to hear.

As the syllables stumbled across his tongue,
I saw hesitation and disdain hiding behind each vowel.

It only made sense that these three words,
Crumbled to dust each time they left his lips.

Poetry by S. Koenig

Mastering by Robert Trifunović