Empty Words Poem by Thomas Spencer

Love is an empty word,
Told to those who need to hear it,
And chased after, by those who are nowhere near it.
People wonder why I’m so cynically wired,
Where my thoughts run awry,
And I wake from bed already tired.
Dreading the thoughts of you in my memory,
Which never left,
Me; but rather, remind me of my sanity’s theft.
I never loved anyone,
Mainly because the pursuit was enough to keep me soundly subdued.
And keep my dogged pursuit solely on you.

Love is an empty word,
Told to those who need to hear it,
And chased after, by those who are nowhere near it.
Then there’s me,
Whose pursuit is chronicled on the elliptical of a treadmill,
And whose frivolous letters on vine to the person significant of mine,
Don’t end in love, but rather, in the devil’s grasp of the intricate web of love’s lies.