Your own lies fill your lips, like coffee on the brim of a mug.
Your brewing it up, making it extra strong; exactly how she likes it.
2 sugars, and a cream.
Your dad always ordered for her,
"Cream and two sugars".
You had it memorized since you were six.
Now your lies fill her, as hers have you floating.
The difference is, you know she's lying; it turns you casper white, a ghost.
YOU ARE READING
mind-numbingly sleepless nights
PoetryA collection of poems that I tend to write in the early hours of the morning when I can't sleep at night. Anything from love, to self love, confliction in relationships with my family, friends and myself. Random thoughts drizzled in between the line...
