What is it about the truth? That makes you want to play the avoidance game,
If you avoid something long enough- it’ll disappear right?
Erosions of miscommunication,
Deliverance of blunt truths,
In swift acts of self preservation,
I retreat within myself.
Terrified of what you might say, scared to see what could come of our new normal.
I want to save myself, I wish I could snap my fingers and trigger sudden on-set amnesia to forget
But I can’t.
You bring me great dissatisfaction,
knowing that I was your Achilles heel and yet you’ve gotten over what it was like for me to wound you.
It all feels kind of amateur- the idea that all it took was being true with yourself and suddenly I don’t want you?
Just like how you don’t want me?
Lying to each other seems like the obvious truth here, but maybe,
It’s not a lie anymore.
It was an avoidance act all along.
We tried to get it together-
to sow seeds that were in need of something much stronger than water and sunlight,
Wishing and hoping for something to come out of this bleak and dreary situation.
Talking in metaphors won’t solve the obvious here,
Neither will yearning for candy cane clouds to rain down sweet deliverance.
You painted me a pretty picture that I happily bought,
Naively framed and used as a pedestal to worship you.
The thing about letting go is,
when you see the truth- you kick yourself for not seeing it earlier,
For not forming the strength and ideals needed to get out of sticky situations.
I’m kicking myself for using candy coated language when talking about you,
Fantasizing about dreams that involved unparalleled realities,
Crying floods of tears when you’ve never shed any for me,
It is a tale as old as time,
How do you forget when it’s so etched inside your mind, into your heart and soul?
Forgetting is easier said than done,
But what do you do when you’re forever stuck?
You are evading the inevitable,
Putting aside intuition and gut feelings and trying to further what you already know to be true,
If you keep lying to me,
when will you stop lying to you?