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I lie
and
I lie
and
I lie

I hide my behavior
to keep you safe.

I keep quiet
not to offend you.

I agree with you
to keep you happy.

I walk on eggshells
for you and
it’s never enough.

I lie
and
I lie
and
I lie

but when the truth
arrives at that
final moment;

jaws will drop
plates will shatter
dogs will growl

and
you’ll be long gone
after seeing what
a ghastly beast
I am

but for now

I lie
and
I lie
and
I lie

to keep us
together.
all that pain
and belittlement
you served me
day and night
when no one
was looking
made the little
man within you
feel much, much,
much bigger
but now you
stand before me
weeping
with no teeth
and the big man
within me
has forgiven you.
It’s when all the distractions lay to the side and my bare skin is looking back at me, that I’m reminded of how disappointed I am with myself.


Just what have I done
 Apr 22 Bard of Blyth
Mia
Oh, for all a nights bliss,
A woke for them to make haste.
Stands them two, a gliss
For their strides, to be a waste.

There he goes, mine to love
With her hand in his
For his to mine, a torn glove.
was my eyes a miss?
Or his, a sharp trove ?

Would you think her hands are soft ?
That mine lays a thorn too deep
Would you think her hearts aloft
That mine lays far too deep?

There she goes, mine to wed.
With his ring in hers
For her to mine, a sharp lead
Was his tone a soft purr
Or mine a bit red?

Would you think his eyes a lot bright?
And mine lacks it's luster?
Would you think his charms a bit right ?
And mine lacks it's luster?

Oh, for all a night's bliss
A grave for them to make haste
Runs them two, a gliss
For their strides, to be a tale
This piece is one of my favourites ever. The idea was there in my notes app for a long time even the first stanza has. But it was just a few weeks ago that I finished it.
The story is an interpretation of Romeo and Juliet, a Dialogue piece between Rosaline ( Romeo's lover before Juliet and Juliet's cousin) and Paris (Juliet's fiancè ) who in this story stands in the top of a balcony watching the lovers flee. The poem is a dual pov.
 Apr 22 Bard of Blyth
Roxy
I've learned one truth the hardest way,
It's harsh, I will admit:
Good girls, they never go to Hell,
They live in it.
This strange soul calls to mine,
Alluring, fascinating, vexing.
This strange pull, as a rapid wind,
Somehow pushing, still pulling, and taxing.

Strange spirit speaks a foreign tongue.
I speak with no tongue at all.
I would give my soul, my heart, a lung
To stop its decay. Here leaves in fall.

Strange spirit presses soft, then firm.
My spirit falters often.
Strange spirit ever lives and learns,
Cradle, sky, to coffin.
A feeling of something walking on the wind. Maybe there’s something calling out. It fades, and flounders. It buds, and builds. It overwhelms and cannot leave. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe it was me.

— The End —