You lied without intention
and it hurt.
A small caveat
could have saved me
salts and water and stains.
So I am sorry if now
I am skeptical.
I take all you say
with a grain of salt
(slowly replacing what I have lost).
And maybe the hole
in my trust
will never be healed
one grain at a time,
but for now
it is all I can do.
My brain cries let it go!
My heart whispers
better skeptical than sad.
You know which speaks louder.
Author notes
It was the smallest thing, he thought he would be able to take me away one a certain day, but he hadn't finished his essay by then, he knew he might not but he didn't tell me.
Now I just can't trust he will be ready to leave when he says he will, maybe one day I will, but not yet.
Does it mesh together? Inconsistancies and bits that don't fit please.
Comments
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I really dig this poem. I had a similar experience with a family member. You could never trust a word that he said. I can't stand to be near him. Liars are one of my greatest petpeves. Being lied to hurts. The whole piece was great. I loved it.
Great write.
♥Juliet
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