Guilt is an awful gnawing thing that relentlessly eats at you.
And mine had become a painfully persistent parasite, rapidly growing as it fed off of my secrets and shame.
Devouring my lies almost as quickly
as my lies were devouring me.
Tag: Lies
Lies
I selfishly kept secrets shrouded
by blatant and bold-faced lies.
Lies that I hid well,
without any error or exposure.
Yet, I was not shameless.
So out they eventually spilled
and from within I finally sighed.
Woven
Eventually her string of lies
became hard for even her to follow.
She couldn't remember what she had said,
who she told what, or what was believed between whom.
She had woven a web
without an apparent end.
The truth hidden somewhere
between a single fiber.
Fault
It isn't your fault. It's my fault. I was the one who believed that you would be different than the rest.
Pretenses
I didn't fall in love with him,
I fell in love with his potential.
I romanticized his possibilities,
instead of what was evidential.
I fell in love with who he could be,
but not for who he actually was.
I bargained with empty promises,
for the false pretenses of love.
Sprinkled
Sentences sprinkled with white pixie dust and blue smitten lies... Hold words crafted carefully to keep the truths disguised.
Apparently
Secrets, sentiments, stories, and lies... You speak only bullshit to get between thighs...
Blind
I've become blinded
to my own reflection...
Clear beauty miraged
by my own self-deception.
Drunk
You can tell me
what you think
whenever you’re
drunken at night…
Yet you can never
find the right words
when you’re sober
in the daylight.
Mementos
All those little things
you left behind
are now my
sullen trinkets.
The lost, lonely artifacts of us,
now only meaningful to me.
AO Poetry 
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