lie to me

i always know

when i lie

to myself,

at least in hindsight

(there i go again).

a twisted version of

wishful thinking,

i’d like to think.

i wonder if

other people

know it, too,

when they do the same,

if, like me,

they feel their brain

rolling its eyes,

thinking, oh lord,

here we go again,

until they have

convinced themselves.

after all,

don’t we always know?

#napowrimo Day 20

pursuit

never was it

happiness

i begrudged you,

only how

expendable

i was in your

pursuit.

pride

Caustic words from a

bitter tongue poison our hearts.

They’re best kept swallowed.

A Little Lie

I know you promised

never to lie to me, but…

Tell me you love me.

Day 18