What could be more painful than the lies that are never told?
A pity kiss for formality
Hands held for feigned assurance
easing in the pain like fingers slowly losing grip
Words without meaning
Lies that grow real
till they tear you apart inside
Eyes that wonder when truth will ever surface
Eyes that pretend they don't know what's really going on
Why the euphemisms?
Why such lengths to save face?
If you're dirty, then claim your filth
If you're insincere, don't be trusted
If you loathe, be loathed in return
The cowardice and the selfishness
The lies we have to bear
The pretences that help us sleep better at night
The silence that we fear but keep
with wet faces in dark rooms and solitaire spaces
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