By deevaa
Date: 13 June 1999

pretty words

I miss you.
    - but I hate you.

I miss your sweet words
but thats all they were...

pretty words.

gifts, wrapped in shiny paper
  and tied with a great
          big
          red
          bow.
tempting me. 
    inviting me to 
   tear open the box...

So I did.

I tugged at the bow.. 
      and tore the paper.
I lifted the lid.
			(holding my breath)
          Peering into the box
              shaking it.. 
       and even
tipping it upside down.
      but it was
        empty.

just
like 
your 
pretty 
words.