It's strange how I used to
trust you so much and every
other word that came out of my
my mouth was Chris would never
do that but I was never snide about it.
Always with a smile.  Back then I could
touch your skin without flinching and
it didn't feel like you were bruising
my shoulders when you kissed
them. But now every silence
is a joint  every phrase
is a lie, and I can't
bring myself to
believe that
anything
you say
is the

truth