Lies are mercy, aren't they?
Little bandages over wounds too raw to touch,
soft words wrapped around a blade-
because what's a little blood between friends?

They call them shadows.
but don't they have weight?
Haven't they sat beside us at dinner tables,
held our hands at funerals.
kissed our foreheads goodnight?
Haven't they whispered in our ears-
"Shh. The truth would only ruin this."

People wear them like armor,
stitched with good intentions
because nothing says I care
like a well-tailored deception.
But armor rusts.
Tongues slip.
And no one likes the taste of old lies.

They lie because the world doesn't want the truth
Because the mirror would rather blur the cracks
than reflect the hollow-eyed thing staring back.
Because I'm fine
is easier than I haven't slept in days.
Because It's okay
is a free pass to avoid confrontation.
Because some truths burn.
and some people would rather drown in gasoline
than risk lighting the match.

Lies keep love alive, don't they?
One says, I'll never leave.
The other doesn't ask What if you do?
One says. I trust you.
They both pretend it's true.
Betrayals become misunderstandings.
Silence becomes space.
Absence becomes freedom.
Say it enough, and it sounds real.
Believe it enough, and maybe it doesn't hurt.

But lies don't stay small.
They grow ribs
Grow teeth.
Learn to walk on their own.

They slip from tongues like prayers-
practiced, automatic.
holy in their own way.
They turn love into a contract.
guilt into a leash,
truth into an inconvenience.
They say, You are safe.
They say. You are right.
They say. You had no choice.

Then-
a crack in the mask,
a break in the voice,
a silence too loud to ignore.

And suddenly, the truth isn't some mythical beast,
not a monster waiting under the bed.
If's just there, standing in the doorway.
waiting. Watching.
Tired of being the villain in
someone else's story.

Lies aren't mercy, are they?
Just wounds left open too long-
festering, rotting, waiting to be called by
their real name

These moving feet always stay hungry
For the steps on finding perfect dreams
Pestering about love again – it really bugs me.
How it usually goes for us, in this love story
Asking myself, “would you really tell me his story,”
Quietly knowing, “you two still share some history?”

Yes, your eyes are both the windows to your soul —
But their curtains are occasionally & forcefully closed
The story of every man, wanting to find that treasure,
Of their favourite girl's heart; marking it with an X,
And they all quietly hope, to closely hear her say,
"Hey, you're so much better than my ex.”
Asking myself, “what love of man, is surely king,”
Cause being that it's all ruled from a wicked heart –
It can take a week to fall in love, but it unfortunately
Takes a lot of us weeks to fully heal from a broken heart.

Love can become so foreign to someone,
Unfamiliar to the tastes of a good French kiss
"What's your love language," we first have to ask;
Body language can differ from what comes out of your lips.
As even a betrayer knows when to give the right kiss…

Love's sentinel faithfully watches
From his balcony in the sky;
He fixates his light on lovers each night ---
O, what joy when two hearts comply!

But tonight the moon agonizes
Upon hearing heart-wrenching cries,
And as his light spills across darkened hills,
Daunting fears cloud his searching eyes

North and south his silver rays scatter
In search of the mournful lovers;
Fearful and distressed he looks east, then west,
Then gasps at what he discovers

A woman laments love's deception
(Too grim even for mortal ears)
And not far away, a man kneels to pray,
Begging pardon for causing her tears

O, careless moon, were you neglectful?
He succumbed to another's charms!
Was he led astray while you looked away?
O please, guide him back to her arms

Though the pain of betrayal is brutal,
Forgiveness lends its healing power
To the one who strayed . . . . while the heart betrayed
Bears the anguish of Love's darkest hour

Oh bread crumbs;

The birds have eaten up my path
Their sky has swallowed up my past,
They love to quickly spit it all out

As I shared the deepest parts of myself
With people that held no trust, or love –
Now my past is all they speak about

Now that's foul.

Oh, duplicitous lover of mine—
who are you, lying beside me?

The father, whose pride rings from your mouth
like the bells of liberty?

The husband, whose arms once lifted my soul?


Or the traitor who razed his own kingdom—
a castle turned to rubble at your feet?

So cunning, you are-
the parasite at the bottom of the glass,
a shadow shifting in the room,
with poison on your tongue.

Do you love me today?
Or them?

How long will your eyes cling like cobwebs
to strangers who were never yours to seek?

How long before you feel
how cold our bed has grown?

My touch?

How long until you notice
I am not asleep—
just lying beside a memory.  

I’ve heard your denials,
your guilt already etched in stone.

Your hands hold me like a promise.
Yet,  your eyes betray me like a curse.

And still—
I feel the echoes of our late-night dances
stream down my face as I cry today.
Different tears.  

Same man.

I am the witness to your storm,
and still I reach for your warmth—
like a ghost returning
to the scene of its death.

I do not know the man who holds me.
But I remember the man I love.

So I lie still in this haunted bed,
wondering if I am mourning
you—
or myself.

He didn’t cheat
But
Was it okay to still be with her?

After all the reassurance
“She's just a friend”
“I do not want anything with her”
Was that real?

Was it real when less then a week after everything
The breakup
The ***
Something still happened?

She
The one who I talked to
About the discomfort I felt every time she was around

She
The one who gave me reassurance
“Nothing is going to happen between us”

All the little respect I had for them
Vanished
Instantly

The disgust is stronger than any other emotion
And I just found that out

Wish the world ***** them both

The real me flushed down the drain,
Now I'm a dead corpse chained to someone's dream.

For all the good deeds, the times I made them proud,
They repay me with hate.
I wish this wasn't the fate.

In a state where silence starts to speak,
And the mind is weak, and no one to seek.

To love or be loved—I don't know which is harder,
Neither me nor my words speak louder.

The desire to end it all overrides, Hope,
Love, and The meaning of life.

Even if I did end it all,
My death wouldn't gain as much attention as a single drop of rain.

My dead corpse wants to be alive again,
Just like hoping for rain on a peak summer day.

In the end,
My thoughts suicidal,
My body weak,
But with a little hope
Where someone's love on me shall leak.

YOU BETRAYED ME!!!,
HOW COULD YOU??
You STABBED me in the BACK, and
Got me FEELING ALL BLUE,
I AM LOST FOR WORDS,
I AM NOT SURE I SHOULD DO,
WHAT WE HAD WAS SACRED!! and
I TRUSTED IN YOU, but
I WAS ALL WRONG,
NOW, I FEEL LIKE A FOOL,
You Betrayed me!!,
Why can't you just see,
You Left me hanging on a limb,
How could you do this to me???,
This feeling of BETRAYAL,
NO, It does not feel good!!!,
of how you just did me,
This is so MISUNDERSTOOD!!!!,
I STOOD RIGHT BY, and I CONFIDED IN YOU,
I thought you were a TRUE FRIEND but,
You did me wrong and that's not cool,
Therefore, this FRIENDSHIP has to end,
This BETRAYAL and BROKEN TRUST,
has been lost, but
with TIME and PATIENCE, could BE MENDED,
It won't be easy and things won't be the same, the BETRAYAL is on YOU, and
YES!!!
You are the one to BLAME!!!
Just one more thing I'd thought that you should know,
What comes around goes around
YOU WILL REAP WHAT YOU SOW!!!, but
I WILL FORGIVE YOU!!!,
EVEN FEELING SO LOW!!,
BROKEN DOWN AND UNSTABLE,
I AM FEELING SO BAD,
RUNNED DOWN, WORNED and FATIGUED,
BECAUSE OF YOUR BETRAYAL!!!


B.R.
Date: 4/8/2025