THE HONEST TRUTH

 

What were we thinking?

Sitting across each other and saying let’s be honest until forever.

Holding hands like we would never be torn apart.

Acting like one of us wasn’t counting down.

I might as well just confess.

That I hate how this play ends.

And I hate myself more for acting like it doesn’t hurt.

Like I don’t catch myself sneaking into our memory.

I thought this was good at first.

I hate that now I have to tell myself to not be vex.

And that it was good it wasn’t for long.

Heck, I wanted it to be for long.

I hate this pretense.

I hate having to pay the price for a purchase I didn’t make.

Having that much good time and almost making up my mind just to have it snatched.

Books upon books,

Pages upon pages, 

Convincing myself I’d get over this.

I hate the idea of even ever going through it at first. 

Now I want to catch myself sitting across you,

hoping you’d tell me the truth like you promised in the beginning.

Hoping if this would end it should as well be fair.

I was bitter at first 

Until I realized I didn’t have to pick offense.

It’s okay for you to leave.

Even though I never wanted for you to.

That’s why I always hated the idea of buying happy endings. 

They just never pay. 

Honestly, no offense taken. 

I will get over this 

But just for a long time in a long while, my soul really got used to you.

And that’s my honest truth.