
Pulling away,
but he keeps pulling me back,
a tug of war game,
that he always wins.
Distorted memories,
made to look beautiful.
Swallowing lies,
that I feed to myself.
“Lovers,” I claim,
“friends,” he reveals.
And colors turn to shades,
the lies start to fade:
confronted with the truth.
Confusion.
Delusion.
Crying.
Screaming.
Drowning.
Pleading.
He offers a kiss,
too hard to resist,
a beautiful lie,
I just can’t deny,
a beautiful lie,
that makes reason die.

Nothing…
Not a name,
Not a thought,
Not a being.
Nothing becomes me,
And I become it,
As she becomes everything.
How easily I ceased to exist,
How easily all our past disappeared,
Like a polaroid picture,
Set on rewind,
All traces of me,
Escaped from your mind.
And no kiss was special,
No hug intentional,
No apology sincere,
And now it is clear,
I held hands with a stranger.
“Can I have this dance?”
Take me back to memory lane,
For one last time,
Let me be yours,
And you be mine.
Remember the first time,
Our eyes met,
Lips touched,
The first rush?
Sunday afternoons,
Simply lying next to you,
Speechless.
Too much to say,
Or no words to say
What we already know,
What we could only show.
Two heart beats,
Gradually collided to form
One synchronized song,
Our song.
And we both stumble along,
I never was quite the dancer…
Swaying to an unknown,
Yet familar tune,
Our tune.
Then silence ensues,
The loud, inevitable truth…
Our dance has ended.
And we exchange partners,
Like we once exchanged vows,
Like we once exchanged rings,
Like we once exchanged I love yous.
