tapestry of lies beautifully woven
the man on the corner won't mind.
he's a liar, too. we all are.
you played with intention of mischief,
and failed on purpose to make the false statement
that you didn't give a fuck.
you are the most self-conscious person i know.
the only truths you speak are drunken slanders
that you whispered just before the sun came up,
"Truth. Truth. Truth."
did you mean what you said when your words shifted my world?
did you take it away because i told you that i loved you?
i noticed the photograph isn't sitting above your light switch anymore.
orchards talks reduced the way i wanted to remember you.
i had almost forgotten how stressed out you were that day.
the fruit of knowledge is grapefruit, silly.
try again.
your hands do not belong here.
i was never yours. and you, never mine.
both travesty of the spirit and inspiration of creation
can be drawn from the same light.
you are this to me.
No comments:
Post a Comment