Lies, lies, lies.

“What’s wrong?” He asks.
“Nothing.”

“Why is your heart beating so fast?” He asks.
“No reason.”

“Are you hungry?” He asks.
“A little.”

“Are you cold?” He asks.
“No, I’m fine.”

“Goodbye.” He says.
“Bye.”


Lies, lies, lies fall from my lips my mind’s attempt to protect my heart. Fear paralyzes the truth before it can escape into the world, molding it into words more accepted. Accepted by his ears or mine, I can’t be sure. But I know the truth that is hidden within the illusion of my answer.


“The only thing wrong is that I know I cannot stay here next to you. That I cannot call you mine.”

“My heart pounds because I lay in your arms, my head resting against your shoulder and you have yet to push me away.”

“I only hunger for the feel of your lips against mine, the taste of your kiss. Stay and let me feast.”

“I cannot be cold when wrapped in your embrace. Your hands on my skin are fire on the coldest of days.”

“I don’t want to leave your side but I can only hope that I will be near you again.”


But for now lies, lies, lies fall from my lips.