She fed me a lie one of many I placed it secured it someplace where the others existed waiting for the day when the light would shine upon them, freeing them, We would dine together her lies compounded as we ate, we tasted the lesser we tasted the greater the result being, my greater love for her, As we lie together, but alone she fed … Continue reading Lies
She kicked off her shoes high heels, red bright the colors burned embers into my eyes, My first impressions what she kept hidden the door, barred and bolted with curtains drawn, her eyes closed then opened with a glow of recognition, the evening covering the day, heralding the advent of the night, darkness swallowing all truth, disguising all lies, The lies, something I told myself … Continue reading The Fire, Hotter
Sitting on the floor surrounded by friends and strangers, screaming inside The party, the moment laughing, drinking, dancing Her friends, so called taunting and snickering smiling through the lies the ones that burn and cut Sitting on the floor her birthday dress is disarray her feelings as well no one sees her now the music high, the drinks are flowing the talk, the noise inside … Continue reading Screaming Inside
I know that truths can be to lies, but is the same true the other way around? If I lie to myself about how I really feel about someone I know will it catch up with me turning itself into the truth in the end? That’s how it is with lies rolling around, causing distress never being able to call themselves worthy, of being trusted … Continue reading Lies becoming truths
She caught me red-handed with another woman in bed, all those lies and concealed truths, the years waiting for me to finally do right by her, then when she thought she finally could trust me that fatal night happened caught red-handed with another woman with that woman, just being her, that’s all….. Continue reading That Foreign Woman
I don’t know about you. I would have thought that for once in your life, you’d tell me the truth, especially after I’d traveled so far? We were walking on a large sand dune in the Northern Part of the Jutland Peninsula, when I asked, “Where in the world did all of this sand come from?” and you replied, “Sahara”. “We are in Denmark. The … Continue reading Don’t you ever….