The style of this is a little different than my usual work, but I'm still into the power of repetition.
She hears him say "I love
[hears without listening]
almost every day.
How could he love her--
so many flaws and troubles
why settle for a blemished chip of quartz
when he could have diamonds?
But how could he lie--
every single day mouthing those words
why would anyone play such a cruel game
only to wound her?
A lie given in kindness
is still a sharpened blade.
She smiles with her mouth
but her eyes might be crying
and what her ears have heard
her heart ignores coldly.
You'd never hear her say "I love you"
[say without thinking]
as always, unsure of her reception
insecurities crippling her heart.
How badly she wants to tell him as much!
But does he love or lie?