I said goodbye,
And he replied quickly, softly -
"I love you."
I panicked, I saw
He was vulnerable.
"I love you too."
Now I am a liar;
I am wrong, so wrong,
But what now?
Now I am a liar,
But I don't want to hurt him
More than I'll have to.
I know that I'll
Find a way to tell him
That I am a liar,
I am not in love;
I am not sure that I
Shall ever want to be.
I will say goodbye
One more time,
Then I shall go.
Softly now,
I shall go,
A liar no more.
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Refraction.
PoetrySo many aspects, colours and themes make up our experiences. Truly, is anything entirely good or entirely bad? Upon weighing up the positives and negatives of the past, do we not admit that even tragedy is- in a twisted sort of way- advantageous? O...
