Vacuous Lies
Us
You, Me
Him, her.
We're hurting
Telling lies to each other,
to our significant others, or are they even important?
I wonder who is hurting the most,
you, me, him, her, or
this beautiful burden growing between us
What are you to me?
I can yell,
scream, jump, shout
But will you even hear me?
Could you even feel me
coming into grips with the fact
you are same thing that is keeping me
Alive and killing me at the same time
Words like sweet poison
Urge to tell another lie
To break another promise
Will it end, or
are we suppose to just stand here
Forever young
with this beautiful,
untouched hope,
our precious load
Secrets kept.
A rumor to bring either love or hate