Lies can tear apart relationships. They may start small and grow into tumbling snowballs, picking up more hate with each roll… I was once very close to a man who told me many lies, including his faithfulness to me. No longer with him, I prefer honesty in the people around me and value the genuine friends I have today.
As I thought about the pain of lies, I created this poem.
Lack of Direction
You direct me forward but
I want to go back,
Back to when we wrapped in
Clean sheets, before the
Lies melted onto your tongue.
Your tongue slices through the truth,
Folding in layers of synonyms, and
Your weightless smile never ages.
My dark corner demands more than
One end of the rope –
I wonder when you began to
Stuff mouths of anyone between us.
My head is full of images of your face and
It runs empty on truth today.
©2013 Christy Birmingham
This is christyb, who chooses to slice the dark clouds to reveal sunshine.