I’ve been working on myself for a long time. I’ve been tired of myself for a long time. I’ve resolved to stay by myself for a long time. Now, even when I’m with someone else, sometimes I just can’t help but see the patterns of myself.
Liar
I hate hearing lies come out of your mouth as you look me in the face.
You’re not telling them to me but for some reason
I can’t help but wonder if it’s just not today, not right now, not in this place.
Maybe I get my turn, more often than I know and I look like a fool, not knowing where you go.
Sometimes I get these urges to check on what you do
I pace the room a few times before I lie back down beside you
If I’m untrusting, how do I trust anybody else?
So I quiet my mind and look into myself.
I wonder where I lie and what twisted truths I tell.
You must not be the only one – I wouldn’t have recognized it so well.
Much love, until next time.
Madeline May I... 