Pass It On

She treated love like a game of Telephone.

Listening to my words,
Then passing them along to someone else.

Hearing, but not understanding.
Accepting, but not appreciating.

Changing my love
Ever so slightly
Until the message was completely meaningless.

For she only heard what she wanted
And only said what she could
To keep up the ruse
That she had any idea
What she was talking about.