“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 painted with the paint that uncovered the truth…

the truth which we both can’t survive with.

so we lie

while smiles cross our faces,

we lie and lie

and lie

and lie

and

lie.