P.S. is a Bad Idea

A Poem by K

This honesty I call my friend misleads me, a deviant masked with a hero’s cape.
Foolishly, I keep falling for your deceit.
Am I righteous or naive for wanting to believe in you so feverishly?

Oh honesty, I’m longing for your truth.
I spill floods of candor and he’s drowning speechless in my words.
He really doesn’t want to know.

My hopeless endeavor is falling fast.
Honesty you fail me.
I want him to see me through your sincere eyes, yet you’re selectively blind.

Oh honesty haven’t you learned yet?
Almost is never enough.

Relinquish my efforts, quiet my reflex voice and please remind my instinct…
PS is a bad idea.