Playing Pretend

 

I was never great at whispering...
My lips would smile,
but these eyes they'd be quivering.

Pain has a way of hiding in a stare…

weariness is yet another symptom of waiting…
Waiting for embellishment to magically spring into truth.

I could pretend I wasn't falling for you,

pretend you caught me,
pretend you felt the same.

Pretend that when you said that you got me you were telling the truth,

As I sit in your silence
reality sharpens its nails on my soul,
and I am forced to come to face.
Everything you said to me,
everything we've shared and yet you don't recognize me anymore,
already a forgotten name.

I lay awake at night music playing softly,
the melody fading into the distance wondering if you feel the sadness that your departure caused.

I can only whisper as the voice of my heart drowns out.

Sometimes I wish I had known how it would all turn out.

The unknown is the most beautiful part…
The unknown is the scariest place to be caught.

If I had known I'd never have opened up my heart.

I can't stand the emptiness that replaces what you've loved when its gone,

But most of all I can't stand the hole in my thoughts.

The only lesson I've learned is everything that shines eventually rots.