Every Lie We Told

5. My first lie

It had been a month since you'd left me broken.

And in a month I'd let my broken pieces cut me over and over again.

I decided finally one night that enough was enough.

So I went over to your house to ask why I hadn't been enough for you.

And when your door opened there stood the reason, wearing your sweater over her bare body.

She asked me who I was. 

I snickered bitterly and replied "You in two more months."

She looked confused and asked if I was okay. 

And as my heart stabbed me once more, I nodded.