I ran out of "I love you's."
They have been sparse since the beginning,
I got ecstatic all too quickly,
And they've been near bear ever since.
In the middle they were fair,
Though lesser then, they still kept our hearts knit tightly, Together.
In the end I kept a handful,
I'd use them ten times at most.
And when the end reached,
I never used my last one.
I still have an "I love you"
But you couldn't stand to hear it.
So I will plant it in the ground,
Not in my arms any longer.
It lays beneath the earth,
But still it grows
For someone else.
If you still want your "I love you"
It's buried deep in the dirt.