after love,
we change.
the confessed love: lies.
the promised future: lies.
but those aren’t lies
once we take off our shades
and look with clear-sighted eyes.
the love was true
and future clear;
there really was no flaw.
but things did go wrong
and love did fail,
and the hatred, too is real.
it would be an easy,
simple task to hate
had love been lies.
but it wasn’t;
confessions of love
and scowls of hate
were all there -
and all were true.