These Words

These words,

they feel like home.

The way you used to,

before you left

me, with nothing

but a pen,

and paper

to dry my tears.

Reflecting,

on memories

I can’t refund,

because no receipt came

with the lies I bought.

Words,

are all I have left,

when I feel lonely.

Empty,

where your love used to breathe,

into me.

These words,

will never fully express

the emotion they carry,

when I say,

I still love you.