Three words.

A poem I wrote a long time ago.

I was so young,

   Beautifully naive.

Any words you said,

   I would believe.

But there were those three,

   I was never sure about.

They meant the world to me,

   But I was still full of doubt.

They were so deceiving,

   And then you ended up leaving.

I was my only comfort,

   Because you were not there.

Now when someone tells me those words,

   I say "Don't you dare!"

I've heard them before.

   I know their affect.

They are sharper then a sword,

   But sweeter then honey.

But I fell for them again,

   And suffered through the agony.