It wasn't love, just words, sweet prevarications whispered into naïve ears, spreading hope like legs, and filling hearts like stomachs.
I straddled your elegant word, your woven morsels of deceit. I wrapped my legs around half truths, and clung to them, drawing blood with my nails, and teeth.
With your lies buried deep, I whipped my head back, and climaxed to the sound of falsehoods, and proclamations of love. Fuck. The high was only temporary, and the truth was bittersweet.
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You must have taken lessons from my father; the way you disappear, and the way you go so quietly. Your eyes they're just like his; the way they wander. Amber irises searching for sunsets just out of my reach. He left on silver wings out into that blazing sky. I never thought that the tears that I cried, I'd cry for another, another one of those fucking misguided ghosts, haunting my soul.
By The Naked Hipster8 years ago in Poets
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