Once I said I loved you
I could not go back
To the way I was.
Those words changed who I am.
Some have no words
To clothe and comfort them.
Some do not speak the speech
That is them; they have no
Conversation with the past.
Before their speechless souls
You would stand speechless and aghast!
They cannot be relied on to talk
On anything. Theirs is the poetry
Of insinuation and the glib stare.
Analysis finds they are nothing.
They bring nothing to fruition.
They boast of how they change,
And yes, they change, they change;
But the only good that lasts
Is what is changed by love.