– Secrets And Lies –
I face the wrath of wayward words;
Let me speak only when first spoken to,
so that I will always be the first to hear you.
Our secret spaces
are the wasted moments
mostly empty of our inner value;
Halfway filled with lost affections,
half in contempt for these,
my failed attempts at your contentment.
Even when we take lifetimes
to plan our final conversations,
the words which we choose
can never be enough
to tell of the histories
which we have hidden;
Lies lived in love.
I have no secrets now,
nor strength to keep them from you.
But I mask it with an empty face,
with wasted moments,
and broken hearts
that leave no trace.