Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

July 1, 2007

A Lie

by Brittni

I’m sorry I lied.
I’m sorry I lied about lying.
I’m always sorry and I’m sorry about that.
I don’t want anyone to hurt anyone,
Yet I want to hurt you.
Your crude remarks and actions only hurt me more.
The internal bleeding is left for me to feel
and you to see through my tears.
You do not see it.
You only continue to stab inhumanely with your words.
I’ll tell you the truth,
I’m sorry you are too oblivious to notice your failures,
You are better than that.
And once more,
That
Was
A lie.

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