medulla oblongata

medulla oblongata

could you ever forgive me if i told you all the lies
i weaved were truths?

i told you i hated you; your essence, your being, the way you close your eyes

when you dream big, but i was lying–in my lazy pursuit to erase you from my medulla oblongata.

you were too much for me; too beautiful. too honest. too shy. like a wistful sunday, i enjoyed solving the puzzle of your smile.

but, i had to send you away, dazed and confused, there can’t possibly be any other way…