Wednesday, October 29, 2014

liar, liar

My naivety got the best of me—
wore her ugly dress to the ball,
danced on the white tablecloths
and trampled the hand-picked flowers.

No—no, that's not true.
I cannot blame a piece of myself,
because I was wholly responsible
and I've deceived myself for far too long.

My thoughts are too dangerous to venture out.
My thoughts nearly destroyed
everything I've ever wanted,
with the best intentions.

There I go again.
They weren't the best intentions—
they were conceived by your abandonment.
If you ask, "What were you thinking?"

I'd have to answer,
"Not about you."
That's the truth—the ugly,
awful, and sickening truth.
--Emily