I tell truth couched in lines of metaphor and marvel when you're unable to decipher it. I riddle my feelings at you in digital media under assumed names and lament how you can't see how I feel. I pretend at such depth but swim so close to the surface I can hear sing-song sounds gurgling in my ears and still feel the warmth of sunshine on my neck. I move with eyes open in shallow water but pinch my nose closed against the current to prevent it from invading me with the honesty that will break me completely in two. I look at you through this distorted mess and apply new paint to the same tired ******* wreck. I sink when I try to float even when I hold my breath but I lie about it about everything if that isn't too much to tell. Did you believe me when I said I was beside you during those laps? I was waiting in the shallows crouched to seem in much deeper than I am and hoping that you would pretend you couldn't see through me for a while. If I closed my eyes and fell backward on the surface of the lake would you agree that I'd floated or would you tell the truth for my sake?