You told me you hate lies.
I don't understand.
I'm normally pretty good about that and
I tried. I'm trying. You told me
so many things. Secrets. Truths.
Heartbreaking lies.
I'm attempting to
be generous but it might be
selfish. I miss you,
and you're in the corner of my eye. You say
you miss me too but
why can't you show it?
You are tuned into self-deception which
tells you "Throw her away." And there
I sit, after I came for you,
waiting
for you to
look me
in the eye.