felt like it was my fault,
the ridge between us
so i tried to bridge it up,
both of us did
and the process of it made me realize,
why i gave up on talking to you
you just showed me that i wasn't wrong
now i know that i need to continue to lie like i do
because you won't understand what i need
you're here but you're not,
i feel so lonely
and you don't have a clue
you think sticking next to me 24/7 will solve all my problems
but you don't seem to understand the difference between mental and physical presence
i have to lie about being fine every day
i'm actually used to it now
the only difference is that
you pretend to care now
thanks to you i can look someone in the eye,
and lie to their face with no hesitation
YOU ARE READING
secrets from the lair
Poetryan anthology of bad poetry, but who cares [the lowercase letters all throughout are intentional, they're not grammatical errors]