Lies 2

I have something to tell you he says,
You’re going to hate me.
My breath catches;
and I know…

“I’m married”

…He lied to me.
Three incredible months,
rooted in lies.

“I love you.”

How many times did he say it?
And I believed him.
Felt sorry for him.

“Why can’t you love me?”

God, how many times have I been hurt?
Too many - too much pain;
It left me empty.

But he cried… cried for me!

Those tears they filled me.
Wrapped in his arms;
As sorrows dripped upon my face.

I was so afraid.

Icy matrimonial misery
had left me with a frozen heart;
an empty frigid soul.

It comforted me…

Knowing that I was broken.
I could glory in tangled bodies -
never risking pain.

I lost myself in him.

That never happened to me before.
But this was a new me;
One who could have a one-night stand.

That’s all it was supposed to be.

He took my breath away,
(I finally knew how women did it)
the moment I saw him… I hungered!

And oh God, the sex was glorious.

The French’s “little death”
I died in his arms;
was reborn, and died again.

I was addicted.

How could I have missed this?
Before sex had just been fun;
this… was earth shattering.

And he loved me!

I could feel it
in the way he caressed me after;
Worshiping my body.

“You’re so beautiful.”

I’d hear it in his words.
“I love the gentle swell “
(He called it that)

“of your stomach.”

But still I wouldn’t let him in.
I wouldn’t love him.
Why can’t I love him?

“I’ll never love anyone.”

I have something to tell you he says,
You’re going to hate me.
My breath catches;
and I know…

I lied to myself!



Patricia Gibson-Little