Hartless

This is about a Friday night.

And I woke up confused
about certain answers that were given.

And I felt lied to
about certain women you ascertained.

Running my fingers over the stitching
of your secrets

lining the inside of my h[e]art.

This whole f*****g relationship

is a pun

or a joke 

on me.

I'm not sure If I believe
in you or your false idols.

And yet here we are again
as I'm treading water in doubt,

while you stand poised 
on a reed boat asking me for trust

Instead of my hand.

Author's Note

It is what it is.

Reviews

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Yeah.. it is what it is. But take heart my dear. A better one will come across and then it will be just SPLENDID!! :)

[Solidad]

Thank you for the review. I sure hope so :)

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Why is it that we oft times cling to the ones who deceive us, even when we know deep down we are being deceived? I like the flow of this piece and the ending leaves me wondering what's hiding in the reeds. Good job!

[Solidad]

Thank you for the review. I find myself wondering the same but yet I still try.

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You are welcome. I am sure you will figure it all out.

[h.m]

Such beautifully written words

[Solidad]

Thank you for the review. I appreciate the compliment :-)