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…