Loving Lies

Making promises is lying and lying is being true to form.

I think if we told each other how we really feel, we'll discover that we're full of bullshit.

We'll discover that the hate we harbor for each other is only a supernova of all the mistakes we made and all the things we forgot to say to make it all just go away.

But we do it anyway. We smile and pretend & hope until all we are is this fragile bubble filled with a dark storm brewing over a teardrop of resentment that turned into a fatal flood breaking the bubble.

So what would happen? What would happen when the charade falls away and the imagery that doesn't make sense were stripped of its words and all that remained is a memory of what we once were?

Will you tell the truth and call me a liar to my face? Or shall we be polite and continue to ride out this storm to the edge of the world, against a hard rock and discover the greatest truth of all? The truth is we love the lies before the fall.