Bless these lies

It was the easiest thread to unravel,
stripping the whole facade down bare
in the sleepwalking sun
and I shouted the truths like an ant
to the ocean; perhaps the crabs heard me.
We had a weird relationship, you and I.
Perhaps it would have been normal if you
existed like the doubts in my mind
held together with 8 minute previews
of tomorrow
and flashbacks from the yesterday when
tribulations kept house for trials
and the lies danced like dewdrops
on my quick lips.
Burn like fire, from what I’ve learned I
burn white until I shrivel right up,
skeletal in the sun,
blessed in damnation,
just like it would be if I had a threadcount
of an ancient; gullible like
an overly optimistic, ‘loving until the camels
ride back with stories to tell’
carpenter. I would build the seas for you
and we would dance from the shores you sang,
but then again, people are much better company.

Author's Note

10 points to whoever gets the meaning.