Honesty Poem by Hannah Barham

And here I sit, alone again in the pouring rain.

I know this is the path I chose
I know that this is what you want.
But, really, I don't think I chose
To lose you
And what we had.

Honesty.
It's not all it's cracked up to be.
The death of friendship.
The death of love.
A single hope of redemption, saying:
'I thought you ought to know...'

And all the times I cried for you.

I know this is the way it ought to be
I know relationships at work don't last.
But I'm only young, and surely I should be
Happy, carefree
Not the way I am.

Honesty.
It's not all it's cracked up to be.
The death of friendship.
The death of love.
A single hope:
'I only thought you ought to know the truth...'