xxiii| TRUTH

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you took me out to my
favorite bar one night
after you cooked me
your favorite meal
lemon glazed chicken
and rice

(don't forget whiskey and ice)

we both got shit drunk
off our asses
and two stepped the night
away pretending to be
professions when really
our bodies molded and strode
diagonally instead of around the
dance floor

the night was perfect
you introducing me as 'your lady'
introducing yourself as 'her man'
i'm not sure where we went south
and ended up arguing up until
the moment we went to bed

drunk me ended up sobbing
and vomiting every fear aloud
about you i had pushed to the back of
my mind

i told you i was absolutely terrified
that you were going to wake up
one morning and realize you didn't want me –
that you'd want to go back to your ex-fiancé
and call us quits

i was already too emotionally invested in you
and didn't want to waste my time
if we weren't serious but you held me in your
arms and shushed my cries with your lips
against each tear that cascaded down
my cheeks

you said i was speaking rubbish that you
were here to stay and drunk me believed
you when sober me knew you were just
telling me everything i wanted you to say

(at the time you did mean it)
but it's easier to believe you really didn't at all
(just a bit) easier

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