Sometimes I hate the truth,
The pain it brings can be torturous.
But, worse than that is the well-meaning lie,
That the teller thinks is them being kind.
And the worst of those lies,
Are those three little words,
That you said over and over again.
I resisted,
But you insisted,
And for your charms, I finally fell.
You said that you'd never break me,
You hated to see me cry,
And then, as I suckled on the comfort within your arms,
You feed me your sweet little lie.
Was it my heart you were trying to spare?
Or were you just biding your time?
Was it better to slowly deceive me,
Then to admit that your love had long died?
Next time, I beg, give me what truly dwells inside,
Don't concern yourself about hurting me, I promise I'll survive.
I'd rather know where I stand than drown in your lies,
So let your words speak your truth and not the dullness in your eyes!
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Thoughts of a Rambling Mind
PoetryI'm not a poet. I'm just writing down some thoughts as they come to my mind and trying to make them poetic :D
