Truth Or Lies - Poem by Ruth Walters
Poised on the brink of hallucination
he watches her, trips over her flaws,
those tram lines etched within,
her short temper, unpolished nails,
pale skin and the gap in her teeth.
She bristles at him, scathingly,
his dream of this impossible woman,
almost claws for more faults
to fling at his ice blue eyes
for his ridiculousness.
She could feed him lies,
false trails, a beautiful past
but she is herself, like it or not.
She’ll let him stumble into
a pit of snakes as she offers up the truth.
Murky images unfold to him
with all their failings, he sees the mask fall,
who she really is, how she feels, why she came,
but worst of all and this is sad,
what she really thinks of him.
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