Speaking honestly, finally
Naming them, in their multiples.
Listing deceits,
that had sat,
as my obstacles.
Hitting me, as I ran.
Stopping me, so Iâd fall
Over the emptyness you placed there.
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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, thereâs a reason the phrase
âYou have to see it to beleive itâ exists
with more  prominence.
Please.
I had enough dark,
It surrounded everyday,
Illuminate this mistake.
I donât care if it hurts your head to bow,
is âshameâ 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 âthankyouâ
This âthankyouâ I say
to the most ironic of gestures.
Speaking with honesty
about how profoundly you had lied.
