I lied.
I do care that we never even held hands
I do care that I can’t ever tell my parents about you
I do care that you would wreck my life.
But I lied.
I do care for you.
I lied to you.
We broke up on facebook.
I lied when I agreed that it was going nowhere.
I lied to you.
I didn’t always drink.
I started after I told you so I wouldn’t lie.
Now when I take a swig of my whiskey, it hurts
It burns
But not as much as it did when I lied.
When I lie.
When I inhale the fumes
Of my cigarette
The smoke invades and kills my lungs
Like my emotions did to my heart
When I lied.
I do care that you are destructive to me.
You have already destroyed me
And we dated for only one afternoon.
I still care for you.
But I will play out my indifference.
I have lied to you.
I will lie to you.

Soft earth under foot
Trees sway with the steady wind
The river flows strong.

The pages on the desk
White, blank and mocking.
The sun in the window
Shines down upon them
Seemingly encouraging
It means well, but my migraine returns

The pen my hand has touched and put back down
Lies beside the pages
My imagination running wild
It all goes with each attempt

I reach for the pen and try once more
All ideas float down into the recesses of my mind,
of which I never had the courage
To venture into.

Gentle summer breeze
Sun warms the earth steadily
I’m finally home.
The light welcomes me
I swallow my fear.
He holds out his hand
I take it
We walk into the sunset.
I'm finally home.