Just Shut Up And Drink The Coffee

Its much shorter than it looks.

Its impossible to find me, 

Because I am a lie. 

I have lived to hide me 

for a whole stupid life. 

But all this time...

You have existed 

To love me.

God, why?

Why on earth 

Did you find me? 

There is nothing 

I can say to stop 

My heart from 

Breaking when I 

Look deep in your eyes. 

You see, you've seen the truth: 

I am a lie. 

I am trying 

So hard....

So hard to act alive. 

I breathe. 

(Is that what live people do?)

I smile. 

(Is that what live people do?)

I laugh. 

(I know I've seen them do that).

Darling, keep me satisfied

Because I can't afford to die. 

Could this be me.... Crying? 

You've seen this plea. 

Will you forget it? 

Get over dramatic, desperate me? 

Will you ignore the scream

Because its only in my eyes? 

Well, after all, we like my pet lie. 

Its easier to buy 

That the cold, hard truth: 

I've always wanted to be perfect,

Perfect, just so you

Would stop tearing apart my dreams,

Stop tearing apart

The better, stronger, darker 

Parts of me. 

By grace, I am complete. 

But, honestly, 

Do you really think I'll make it out? 

Get washed away before I drown? 

Someone could always find 

My dead eyes

Staring out from the tide. 

Oh... well, never mind. 

Because it had almost seemed fine,

Until I remembered...

I am a lie. 

Author's Note

Wrote this in Barnes and Noble yesterday, when I decided to not censor myself on how I felt. I'm not sure if its art or just stress release.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the strong and honest words in this poem. Life can twist us up and is hard to find a place to now peace. Most of us live a life in a lie to survive. Hard to be real and know the truth in this crazy life we must live. Thank you for a excellent poem.
Coyote

[OtherWorldWoman]

I really appreciate the artistic use of emotional release in this piece. The way that you set up the text was intriguing in itself, but the true emotion and interpretation lies, of course in the words themselves. It is very sorrowful and has a blue-feeling to it, but like a metaphored rollercoaster, I also felt the warmth of forgetful happiness at times. It was like real life, when you forget about certain things, it is okay...After all, they do say ignorance is bliss, though the truth continues to stare you in the eye if you wish to confront it. Its almost like you set up the words to portray the truth inside the weaving of constant lies. Interesting. I enjoy reading your work. And I continue to look forward to more of your writing in the future. Well done.