The Graphs

 

Lines

Segments

Dots

Graphs

As if this

Was all supposed

To be

Planned

Out

Like

Some sort

Of

Gnarled

Old game

If it is

(A game

That is)

Then whoever

Decided the rules

Has one

Twisted

Sense of

Humor.

Though

I bet he never

Thought I’d

Stumble across

His notes

Files

Journals.

I bet he never

Thought I would

Be daring

Enough to crack

A spine that

Isn’t mine

(Even though

His files on

Me

Are right here)

You’d think

This man

This omniscient

Being

Would know

By now

That he shouldn’t

Be leaving

His priceless

Jewels

Out for all

To see

Feast upon

Undress with their

Eyes.

But as I read

So few words

(So many

Diagrams)

But the words

That do exist

Are mostly

Dialogue:

Lies

Confessions of

Love

Denial

Swearing.

Every lie

I ever told

Was staring me

In the face.

Everytime

I admitted

My love

In my

Own head

Or aloud

Winked at me

Seductively.

Every

Single

Thing I ever

Denied

In my life

Looked at me

Questioningly

As if they weren’t

Sure why they

Were there

And that I

Must have

The answer.

But

Mind you

It was only

My end of

The deal

There was no

Response

Except my own

Names were

Smudged

(Purposely

It seemed)

So I couldn’t be

Certain

Who I was even

Lying to

Confessing to

Denying.

“I love you so much…”

“I swear to God, I never…”

“What? Shut up! I did not…”

All dancing around

The graphed

Sheets

Reminding me

Of my

Father.

I sobbed

I sobbed for

So many things

I sobbed for

The lies

I could never

Take back

I sobbed

For those denials

I could never

Re-do

But most of

All

I cried for

That love.

Convulsing

With salty

Tears

Threatening to

Myself

About ripping the

Hellish

Pages.

Then

Then

Then he

Walked in

Smiling kindly

“Ah.

So, you’re next”