Dishonesty

My mind was in a panic.

There’s nothing scarier since,

I was alone and manic.

However, she didn’t come on to this.

I played it charismatic.

She looked up at me and smiled,

Haunting I am pathetic.

She trusts me all the while,

The truth is traumatic.

I wish I were brave.

It was automatic.

Something that’s craved.

We felt apathetic,

and it’s human to repress.

The fact we needed each other

and that we just regressed.