Was the intimacy ever real
Or did you really just feed me lies
Which I ate up like hot fries
You can never do wrong
Something I've known about you all along
I've just ignored it, every time
I apologized for your mistakes
Our reality for me
Was as malleable as memory
Always orchestrated by you
Till this day I have no cognizance
Of how much is false
And how much is true
The uncertainty keeps me awake at night
Events and memories running through my mind
Like so many faded photographs
The more I attempt to sort them out
The more confused I become
Sometimes, I even miss you
And want to be friends again
But then I wonder, were we
Really ever friends
Or were all the things you told me fake
More lies, I surely ate up like hot cakes
No, I know the truth
I always have, but it's my heart
That seeks out denial
regardless, until you can be wrong
I think it's best I stay gone
After all, hot lies breed indigestion
And Internal disarray
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem deals with a very unclean breakup, loose ends all over, and you're alone in dealing with them. You know how counterproductive it is to tolerate these loose ends, but you cannot tale a scissors and cut them off. These are products of still LIVING IF NOT LOVING EMOTIONS, AND THE POEM SHOWS YOU CAN'T BE THE AGENT WHO SLICES FREE OF YOUR PERSON. That paradox of feeling is what makes this such an evocative and wonderful poem. You will probably let these dangling memories gradually wither and shrivel up then you will be free but at a great loss. And the experience has deepened your emotional being, your Heart has grown larger.