ordinary lies

Dreams are the lovers I have lied to

many times

with promises

“one day I’ll make you all come true-

just need a little time to do..

the things that I’m supposed to

then you’ll see I will be back for you.”

Oh, how I entertained them in those days…

with poetry and sentiments

Beautiful arson,

The world burned for a hundred years

from words I lit like matches,

setting fires to whatever souls were ready to ignite

and we made love

recklessly enough with our hearts open

while their eyes stayed closed

I lived

an ordinary life behind their backs,

disappearing days on end to live my ordinary lies

where each day was no different than the last

pretending not to notice

when my dreams would pass me by.






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