Lie to us

Math was never my strong suit.

You’d do the directions and the tips, yet I’m good at

counting the proximity of 3 months when she posted about you.

She loved you since she’s known you.

Watching a girl’s eyes fill with yearning the way mine

did each goodbye is like watching carnations die - realizations crumpling together.

Fathoming waking up without you is hard enough.

Let disbelief flow in, chipping away each empty promise

knowing you love someone else can break a beaten heart flat.

Against 60 mile winds on a desolate lake.

I gripped on with every untruth, knuckles white with yearning,

like your tear soaked arm on an inevitable car ride chock full of regret.

You fall in love with our ambition.

Sweetly and simply lacking your own passion. I’ll hold

this cripple winged bird, mending her ability to soar unabated.

I climb now into my worn gray sheets,

wolves pass like sheep as I count one two three

are you lying to her or were you lying to me.