Speaking honestly, _finally_
Naming them, in their multiples.
Listing deceits,
that had sat,
as my obstacles.
Hitting me, as I ran.
Stopping me, so I’d fall
Over the emptyness you placed there.
How cruel it is, to cover my eyes,
while the image is _screamed_ at me
I can still hear it,
I will _always_ hear it.
But, there’s a reason the phrase
“You have to _see_ it to beleive it” exists
with more prominence.
Please.
I had enough dark,
It surrounded everyday,
Illuminate _this_ mistake.
I don’t care if it hurts your head to bow,
is ‘shame’ really that unfamiliar?
Show me, tell me.
Finally
_finally_ you let it,
let them.
Some of it, _enough_, of it.
What was hidden, now basked in truth
I see it now, for all that I knew,
but now of which I can be certain.
Your hands, it seems,
still around my throat.
With this “thankyou”
This “thankyou” I say
to the most ironic of gestures.
Speaking with _honesty_
about how _profoundly_ you had lied.
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 3:35 PM UTC
Speaking honestly, _finally_
Naming them, in their multiples.
Listing deceits,
that had sat,
as my obstacles.
Hitting me, as I ran.
Stopping me, so I’d fall
Over the emptyness you placed there.
How cruel it is, to cover my eyes,
while the image is _screamed_ at me
I can still hear it,
I will _always_ hear it.
But, there’s a reason the phrase
“You have to _see_ it to beleive it” exists
with more prominence.
Please.
I had enough dark,
It surrounded everyday,
Illuminate _this_ mistake.
I don’t care if it hurts your head to bow,
is ‘shame’ really that unfamiliar?
Show me, tell me.
Finally
_finally_ you let it,
let them.
Some of it, _enough_, of it.
What was hidden, now basked in truth
I see it now, for all that I knew,
but now of which I can be certain.
Your hands, it seems,
still around my throat.
With this “thankyou”
This “thankyou” I say
to the most ironic of gestures.
Speaking with _honesty_
about how _profoundly_ you had lied.
