The style of this is a little different than my usual work, but I'm still into the power of repetition.
She hears him say "I love
you"
[hears without listening]
almost
every day.
How could he love her--
so many flaws and
troubles
why settle
for a blemished chip of quartz
when he could have diamonds?
But how could he lie--
every single day
mouthing those words
why would
anyone play such a cruel game
only to wound her?
A lie given in kindness
is still a sharpened
blade.
She smiles with her mouth
but her eyes might
be crying
and what
her ears have heard
her heart ignores coldly.
You'd never hear her say
"I love you"
[say without thinking]
as always,
unsure of her reception
insecurities crippling her heart.
How badly she wants to tell
him as much!
But does he love or lie?