Lies

I try to smile,
I try not to ask questions.
I try to be there.
Just not sure how.
You keep lying.
Why?
I have asked you for nothing.
But the truth.
I love you my boo.
And that will never change.
But I need the truth.
Or else I'm gone.
Out the door.
Out of your sight.
Out of your mind.
Out of your life.
For good this time.

Reviews

[θεά]

Thoughts. Poetry of thoughts. In their very naked form. You can almost feel the texture of those anxiety-ridden thoughts. Those constituting the "good, accepting girlfriend", "the supportive beau", "the all-understanding, wise and compassionate companion". But for how long?

I think every woman, girl, lady would identify with these thoughts,
We have all had them.
Some we've managed to overcome, some have managed to stay and become a part of who we are.

Keep writing,

Best,
M.

[A. Amos]

Another passionate piece of writing, your heart and agony is always felt in your work...Loved it!