Beautiful Lie

Sometimes I wonder

Did you let me go

because I doubted

you were ever holding on?

I doubted the security

in your arms

Or if I fell 

You wouldn't catch me

I believed whispered

"I Love You"'s

were beautiful lies

of those still asleep

I believed in the distance

hiding behind your eyes

that beheld all

That you had made

I believed that

When you said

"It was good"

That too was a lie

Instead I saw

disappointment

in the flat line of your mouth

and empty voice

In words echoed 

meaningless

into the void.

To convince me of what?

My empty arms?

Or maybe of

the deafening silence

that answered my own

To ask me

What did I fear more,

The poet

or the sword?