If I were to stop lying to myself…

Posted: September 12, 2012 in hidden admonishment

life would look different.

I might stop apologizing into a vacuum.

The chair I’m sitting in is broken.
I accidentally broke it.
It was cheaply made and old.
I bought it when we were together.
This one is mine, but I still have the one I bought for you, too.

I still move with the light blue glass from the night everything shifted.
Why won’t I just let go?

The other night, I let familiar words slip into the dark…but I had to recoil with them.
They had no destination, so I had to take them back.
It hurt a little to do that.

I don’t know how to relate to the world around me.
It’s that much harder when I’m not lying to myself.

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