Do Not Tell Me Lies I Never Asked. Poem by RIC BASTASA

the way we write
is our projection actually
to what we are

like our opinion for
other people
the first thought that
comes out
is actually also what
we really are

but we have learned
to hide
and sometimes in keeping
the truth
we let our own kind of
butterflies fly from
our abdomens

and we keep on saying
i am relieved
and those butterflies are
beautiful than ever

we keep on doing this
until we are at home with what
we keep and what we let go

and i guess,
if you are doing that too,
it is but fair enough
for us,

what is important
i agree is invisible to the eyes

love and memories
care and affection,
missing you and missing
them
and wanting to be
where the past was
gone

do not tell me lies
i never asked.