Into The Beautiful Journey Of Untruths Poem by RIC BASTASA

i know it is true but i will not tell you. It kills.
And i want you to be alive and happy. It is a lie.
This truth is your poison. You are willing to take it. I know.
But how can i see you die? without me dying with you?
It is not a lie.
So i will lie with you. And you must lie to me.
This lie is sweetest wine. Our hands are cups.
We drink the sweetest wine and we become spirited.
Happy together in this.
Our words are islands, without shores.

I'll take this truth for you. I am an antidote.
You take a lie. It makes you breathe. You live.

when will this journey end? Come, walk with me to this endless road.
Now, we both are lies ourselves. Look at the mirror?

we are mirrors. Look at us? Do we not make a perfect pair?
My lying soul mate,
lies are us.