Some Wordplay

You know you're in love with
some wordplay
when alliterations
become an addiction,
and you can't stop
the subtle rhyming scheme
repeating itself,
repeating itself.

I know I'm in love with
double meanings
in phrases,
and words that mean nothing,
because they mean everything to me.
Little phrases that lose their meaning over time
fade in your eyes; not mine.

When's the last time you took
“I love you” seriously?
(It's too cliché to say with a
straight face.)

In moments of awkward silences,
I wish I could take my pen and
Fillinthebanksbetweenyourlips.

Oh, and lines that go on forever …
run-on sentences … I adore you …
(That's my speedway … my literary highway …)

Seduce my mind
and speak those words to the point of
contradiction.
Hypocrisy never seemed so beautiful.
Your lips have it down to an
art.

Intonation and inflection
on the end of your statements
make you so
indecisive.
(Never stop asking … )

Oh, I know I'm in love with
wordplay.
Speak to me,
'til your lips are numb.
We'll always have pen and paper.