I did not believe you
when you told me of stars
and I did not believe you
when you told me of flowers
and I did not believe you
when you told me of twinned hearts
and I will not believe you
when you tell me of vows
or rings
or a hundred thousand other symbols
but I will believe you
the instant your thoughts wander,
and the moment your lips do not talk to your eyes
to make sure they get the message to smile.
The truths you are trying
to impress upon me
will leave little mark
while the hundred thousand lies
that fall out casually
will track a rut so deep
they will cleave me from myself
and leave me spilling
the bone and blood
of my self confidence
and trust
into a vast ocean
from which I cannot recover.

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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