(better late than never)
there are days that
i would
have died for her
but then again
i am
a compulsive fucking liar...
and all the words
that slipped off my tongue
were said to appease
and soothe the wounds
that i took great time and pleasure
in making...
it was so easy
because she was simply
just there...
yes,
so easy.
now,
when i think back...
was it all really such a crime?
i can only
smile
as
rain drip-drops
from some god’s angry sky...
some days
i am sorry
and
i did love her...
but yet again...
I’ve been known to lie...
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