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.
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