“I’m proud of you” hurts more than

your silence.

Your smiles weave lies together like second nature.

And if I said a word,

your screams would echo down the hallways..

The hall where your gaze

is sharper than knives.

And you watch my every move

like you watch you’re phone scroll away…

Love is the lie

that is keeping us alive.

A lie your smiles decorated with your emboidery

that I pain...

Love is the lie that keeps us alive

And the very thought of you not loving me,

Was paralyzing not so long ago…

Thinking back… oh how I begged you,

Hot, salty tears seemed to stain my face for days

And you, hundreds of miles away

Tucked away in your bunk… rolling on 18 wheels

Further and further away from us you drive

No responsibility, no one to answer to, no one to hold you accountable or re...

Love is the lie

That keeps us alive

It keeps us on going

And fighting each day

We’re stronger

When we believe it

Then you know it is there

If you just hold on tight

Even at the lowest

And darkest of times

Just the thought of a love

Can bring you to the light

Not even a deep love

Or strong hold too tight

Just a small little feather

That floats on just right

A piece to hold on to

To keep growing...

Natural selection was never my forte,

I was happy drifting in shadows,

Going through life, unnoticed—till you came.

Your love was intoxicating,

A light so fierce I couldn’t look away.

You didn’t just save my life—you changed it.

And of all the myths we choose to believe in,

One feels unshakably true:

Love is the lie that keeps us alive....

I found out that love is a drug

Now I need to look for a plug

I found out that love is a drug

Now I need to look for a plug

Oh

I found out that love is a drug

Now I need to look for a plug

I met her in the club

Time to get close

I found out that love is a drug

Now I need to look for a plug

Throw my heart under the rug

I got too close

I got too close

Heartbreak heartbreak

Just another...

Love is the lie that keeps us alive.

It is not beauty born to the tongue that speaks it.

It is not grace nor ease for those who invite it.

Love does not whisper with the subtlety of the wind, to kindly make its presence known.

It is not ubiquitous, as so often described, not many are even born from it.

It is not warm hands that keep away the cold waters of the Styx.

It sits quite nicel...

Love is the lie that keeps us alive…

My dreams fell short in the dark

Sinkable, broken, lost

I reach for you every day but I catch air

I would catch you and we would be together

And I would be with you.

I imagine me and and you making

Surgar cookies together and watching

Migrating birds fly over the land

Their shadows would reign on us

I would be with you

In a thunderstorm, you would hold on

To...

Love is the lie that keeps us alive.

So maybe I haven't been living.

All my poems are repetitive.

I'm not like other writers with beautiful vocabulary that makes people swoon.

My poems have no rhythm.

They're jarring, just like my emotions.

They're chaotic, lacking a singular focus.

How do I explain in poetic terms how I miss you?

Do I say that your melodic laugh danced across my ears li...

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Love is a lie that keeps us alive

Take a deep breath,

Come swim, take a dive.

Drown in the depths of a coital embrace

Cater to the waves

While you forget your own face.

Pretend it uplifts,

That your love truly inspires,

All the while managing a million small fires.

Paint on that smile,

Put on that mask,

Praying that no one,

someone,

anyone,

will ask....