Words

You have a way with words.
Words that make me feel good inside.
Words that send chills down my spine.
Words that cover up how you really feel;
what you really want.
Simple words I believe, 
when I know I should not.


With every word spoken, 
I feel regret.
Regret for what I'm allowing you to do.
Allowing you to fill me up with you false promising words of love and affection.


You catch me when I'm down and broken.
Building me back up with your phony "I love you's"
Taking advantage of me with your misleading words.


But that's just it.
They're just words.
Words that mean nothing and something, 
all at the same time.
Words that I so foolishly believed.
Only to be left feeling ashamed and regretful, 
instead of loved and wanted.


Who is to blame here?
Me?
You?
I blame myself for your words.
For my willingness to fill a void.
A void I so eagerly want to get rid of.
And that's all on me.
Not you.