Do The Stars Lie?
It was as if the stars were a million knives pointed directly at me
Sparkling like diamonds in the sky
Like a million tiny shards of glass waiting to slice me
I wonder if you sometimes think of me
I wonder if you really meant it when you said we were friends
Cause at that time I really meant it
But to you... I seemed to be merely just an acquaintance
Just because I moved didn't mean I didn't want to continue being friends
Just because I moved didn't mean that I wanted to stop talking
Just because I moved didn't mean that you could try and turn everyone against me for no particular reason at all
Just because I moved didn't mean that you could talk utter shit about me
Just because I wasn't there didn't mean I wouldn't hear
After all I still do have friends
I can't believe you
How could you?
Has the world not come back to haunt you?
Every move you make you plan to hurt someone
Or stab them like when the stars planned to stab me
But I had done nothing wrong
Yet you did all the wrong doings
The lies
The lies
The lies
After lie
After lie
After lie
Again and again
One after another
Never ending lies
It makes me upset
Angry
Furious
It makes me depressed
Filled with anxiety
Curious to what you may be thinking of me right now
We've talked about this
Plenty of times
And then you push me out of your life
You pushed everyone out
Except him?
I do not understand why the stars all pointed to me that night
I do not understand why you lied to me that night
I do not understand why
I did nothing wrong
Do the stars lie the way you lie?
-a.k.a
YOU ARE READING
Beautiful Lies and Silent Truths
PoetryI like to write poems sometimes; some don't rhyme at all. Just like my stories, they are just random ideas that come to mind. I've been into slam poetry lately, so these may sound a lot like a slam poem instead.
