I made you swear
We’d share
Everything.
Smiling, you came calling me to see
The imitation of honesty that you had painted.
My trust in you fainted.
Self sainted,
You showed me your holy creation
(filled with holes, rotting in mould; rank with deception)
In the anticipation
That I’d buy it
That ****
Really.
Boasting that you never talked to her
anymore.
Sure.
Like you said, I could have checked your messages
Myself; for added validation.
I am no fool.
That night there was just something
Small
You deleted from our discussion
Just like you how you deleted your most recent conversation
With her.
I’m sorry that she couldn’t make it to the mall that Saturday.
I hope she made it up to you the following Friday.
You really know how to play.
I can read people like books
But you are a magazine.
Well it looks like we’re even.
We both have something we never showed each other.
You never showed me the entire conversation
and I never showed you this poem.
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 7:08 PM UTC
I made you swear
We’d share
Everything.
Smiling, you came calling me to see
The imitation of honesty that you had painted.
My trust in you fainted.
Self sainted,
You showed me your holy creation
(filled with holes, rotting in mould; rank with deception)
In the anticipation
That I’d buy it
That ****
Really.
Boasting that you never talked to her
anymore.
Sure.
Like you said, I could have checked your messages
Myself; for added validation.
I am no fool.
That night there was just something
Small
You deleted from our discussion
Just like you how you deleted your most recent conversation
With her.
I’m sorry that she couldn’t make it to the mall that Saturday.
I hope she made it up to you the following Friday.
You really know how to play.
I can read people like books
But you are a magazine.
Well it looks like we’re even.
We both have something we never showed each other.
You never showed me the entire conversation
and I never showed you this poem.
