Sunday, November 30, 2008

[the lie speaks]

A word acrostic.



I always knew the truth: it
was nothing,
just soft words,
a way to pass the time,
pretty little
lie, offered up
sweetly and smiling,
spoken gently
(and never a syllable true),
conveniently paced to my breathing,
forgotten without missing a beat.
An answer falls from
unwilling lips: just a
ghost, I try to
erase you from
me, and begin to succeed;
so go ahead, walk away,
I know I
can breathe without you, and I'm
finally learning to
sleep alone.

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