Vacuous Lies

Us

You, Me

Him, her.

We're hurting

Telling lies to each other,

to our significant others, or are they even important?

 

I wonder who is hurting the most,

you, me, him, her, or

this beautiful burden growing between us

What are you to me?

 

I can yell,

scream, jump, shout

But will you even hear me?

Could you even feel me

coming into grips with the fact

you are same thing that is keeping me

Alive and killing me at the same  time

 

Words like sweet poison

Urge to tell another lie

To break another promise

Will it end, or

are we suppose to just stand here

 

Forever young

with this beautiful,

untouched hope,

 our precious load

Secrets kept.

A rumor to bring either love or hate

 

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