Your fingernails trace simple shapes of goosebump
l i e s
across my sympathetic eyelids. Grudges were
never my strong suit; neither was forgetting.
'I love you'.
No emphasis.
No feeling.
No meaning,
and I count the number of inhales it takes me
to open my eyes to your face;
nineteen...twenty...twentyone...
and your cheeks flood with rainbowed irritation.
My eyes drop to the linoleum.
Your hand captures my chin between your
thumb and index finger.
And I'm forced to look you in the eyes.
God knows you don't want to see what's
in mine. You just want the squirm of my torso
and the pinch between my eyebrows and
cheeks that tell you I'm in pain.
Physical, a side dish to this entree.
Your neon bar-sign eyes flicker as so,
and drench me with what I knew all
along. What was never hiding. And what doesn't
come as a surprise.
I'm a maxed-out credit card in your wallet,
and you don't want the debt I leave behind.
You slip me into the shredder and forget my
name and number.
That's what you got me.
Two band-aids and a hospital bill.
As the stretcher tries to cart me away,
I'm handcuffed to the past and all that I can
see is everything that got me here.
My lips pressed to yours at every corner.
Your hand slipping into mine.
Your fingers locked behind my back and
my head sinking into your shirt.
god, it will be different.
And you know that those words halfed
themselves before they left your lips.
You could taste the separation on
your tounge. Part of it escaped into
my bloodstream and plotted like a cancer.
The next raced towards the Earth.
It didn't even catch wind as it fell and
there was no hope of survival.
Pure Lie.
Pure Loss.
Pure Heartbreak.
Pure You.
You didn't think twice as the next words
followed suit.
'I love you'
And how could you be furious when I didn't
even consider them?
Honesty was never your strong suit.
There's a differentiation between
I love you
and
Liar,
and you're far from the dividing line.
Honorable mention
Gold trophy winner
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