Liar liar

Lying.
Is it your second nature?
Does it come to you unannounced?
Do you really believe you are the master of this art?
Well, apparently not.
Allow me to shatter your bubble.
Let me tell you that you have red on your hands.
Now I question the authenticity of every moment we shared. Every word you spoke.
I see red there too.
I have reason to.
Can you explain?
Can you?

The art of futility and I

The futility of it all…
Amazing!
Never ending!
The empty pursuit of that nasty little knot.
Why does my gut still ache?
Rascal hope!

All for a smile...

I keep my eyes lowered,
lest they meet yours...
I try not looking your way,
lest I give myself away...
And then you smile...
And then I always somehow know
And then... I steal a glance...
A flutter and a stutter
I look away again
I wonder if you know...
I would give you my all,
all for that smile...

Pale Blue...

Like drops of ink in water, you colour my sleep
I wake up to pale blue, the swirls of your presence dissolved
Half-open eyes linger on dream I can't remember
I stroke the heavy morning air
The tips of my fingers soft on the outlines of your illusion
My eyes flutter back to the dream
I sink into pale blue, where somewhere there is a hint of you

Tell me...

I hear water roll over rocks
I hear the crickets and the birds
I hear the tall grass rustle
And, I hear silence
The mist settles and the fire glows
I see you sit across the flames
You smile and I spot the twinkle in your eyes
I smile back
I want the moment to last forever
Tell me my darling, that it will
Tell me that you and I can go the distance together...

The joke's on me

Oh yes! Yes it is...
After all, if you are idiotic enough to be honest, that's what you get
If you are stupid enough to trust, you cannot ask for anything but...
lesson learnt.
Really?
I question myself.
Will I be able to change myself?
Can I be more guarded and remote?
Am I capable of dealing with heartache again?
I find myself answering in the negative.
I find myself angry, hurt, and shocked.
I walk on, hoping I will find another alley, an alley that does not turn blind, and turn away.
Away from here, where the joke's on me...

For you...

I say what I shouldn’t have
And you say nothing that I want you to
I lay my insides out
And I know I shouldn’t have
I look back at it already and I know…
I know that I have been a fool
A fool to believe what I imagine is true
What I imagine will be true
But I still do
I cannot be otherwise
I look at you and I am blank
A picture flickers and dies
It has me and you and a happy smile in it
You look at me and smile
You say it smells of wet grass
I think yes
Yes it does
It smells of wet tears…