You told me you hate lies.

I don't understand.

I'm normally pretty good about that and

I tried. I'm trying. You told me

so many things. Secrets. Truths.

Heartbreaking lies.

I'm attempting to

be generous but it might be

selfish. I miss you,

and you're in the corner of my eye. You say

you miss me too but 

why can't you show it?

You are tuned into self-deception which

tells you "Throw her away." And there

I sit, after I came for you,

waiting

for you to

look me

in the eye.