Loving and Hating

Mayhap I faltered somewhere
When I told you
That I loved words
Any of them, all of them;
Forgetting that you were a magician
A Byron, Shelley, Keats and Tennyson
Rolled into one
Everytime I read your lines
I fall in love all over
Not with you,
That would not be quite true
But with your words
With your thoughts
With what you say.

And then I see what you do
And learn of the actions
And I hate all over again
Not you,
That would be unfair,
But your gluttony for tears
Your penchant for breaching unspoken pacts
Above all, your capacity to hurt
Remembering what you are capable of becoming…

Actions speak louder than words they say,
But its the words that still ring in my ears
And them I miss the most.