Liar’s Love
Love is the lie that keeps us alive.
It catches the string of our shirt
As we jump for the edge
Of the cliff.
As far as the string unravels,
As thin as it gets,
You will never crash
Into the torrent.
Foam will curl and
Spray; you’ll taste
The salt water stinging
Your eyes.
You may reach your
Hand towards the
Dark waters, beckoning you
With their mysterious
Depths, all to no avail.
Love will pull you by
That thread like a single
Strand of a spider’s web.
It will be a word, a look,
A smile caught in mundane
conversation; rose-colored lenses
Capture the moment,
Stretch it, sew it into
Your memory. There
Love will latch,
Clasping your open
Palms to bring
You from the edge
And into its ghostly
Arms once again.
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