More than anything,
I wanted to tell you I was okay.
But I refused to lie to you
So I told you the next closest thing-
I'll be okay.
I said it even though I didn't believe it.
I had no problem lying to myself,
And I wanted you to say goodbye first.
YOU ARE READING
Goodbye, Pastel
PoetryI wonder is you can feel it too- The discrete pockets of sunlight Slipping through on dreary days; It warms my skin and fuels my smile. I'll keep the garden, After all. {Sequel to Fake Flowers}
