To False Lovers

10^th December, 2016.

I found our false winter promises back,

As the rusted pieces fell apart,

Like flaked skins of a corpse,

I found the evident tribute,

Compelling us to smother each other’s memories,

As the mist came early this night.

I kept my chaos sedated,

Kept my tornadoes in rest

As no more could I bear

The rancid smiles that we pasted,

As we slept through enough lies,

And pretended that it was normalcy,

I need the peace, insanity, so be it.

I’m tired of our excuses we made

Every night, promising to us that it is not absurd,

While quoting Keats and Tennyson to satiate

The remarkable deceits we wove for each other,

That this was love.

So here I bleed,

For one last time,

As I watch the hands of truth grasp my throat

And I exhale the last breath, putrid nicotine breath.

Let this be my last verse, false lover,

But let this be my last ode to you,

For it was false,

But still it was love and I love you.

Xxxxxx­___________xxxxxxxX