He was a thousand lies deep
Each time he held her hand and said he loved her
That he needed her
He missed her
Wished to see her
Smile, glowing eyes
Radiant
So radiantly
He was a thousand lies deep
And open to his love
As much as she was open to his hugs
Sometimes warmth
She was exposed to the storm
And now she lay in his words
The ones he used to beautify, romanticize, exasperate her
Covering hurt
She now lays a thousand lies deep
She asks, “Why would I translate a thousand lies to help others like me?”
For themselves, they should see the crimson colour of his letters, the velvet texture of his vowels?
Even in the way that he speaks,
You can hear
You can see
Truly believe, but it doesn’t bother me
Because he is all that I need.”
She waded in with the waves at her knees
But now she,
Is a thousand lies deep.
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