You choose to make me live a lie
when that is not a choice you are allowed
to make alone. I know you and I know
when you lie, when you cross lines
only to pretend you are innocent.
I gave you the chance to confess,
to put the pain of a lie touching
my “I love you”s to rest, but you continue
to play with me and my heart. I try
to move forward with you but lies
keep us tethered to the past, unresolved
and consequently bitter to the point
where three simple words become
so complicated, pouring out like wet sand
instead of sugar. I want us to move along,
to go forward, but I cannot be the one dragging
you through the sludge we’ve made
with every lie and secret and half-truth
that stole our honesty and our love.
