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The legacy of lying

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.The steam curls in the downlit beam like the fingers of cigarette smoke crawling their way into virgin lungs;Like your lies crawled their way underneath my skin...

I can see her out of the corner of my eye, but she doesn’t realize it. Maybe she does, actually, now that I reflect on it; but it’s an unspoken rule that she speaks first, and that I answer the inevitable with an air of surprise. “Are you okay?” “I’m fine...


A poem inspired by my own relationship

You said you'd wipe my tears  if I cried You said you'd fix me if I broke inside But guess what? You lied You said you'd catch me if I fell You said we'd make it through this spell But guess what? You lied well. You said you'd be there if my eyes got wett...