Living Lie Poem by Rachelle cuellar

Every day is a living lie
Every moment that passes by
Puts me at fault for what my actions didn't do
I should have told you the truth
And what's worse is I can look you in your eyes
Sure I feel pain in my gut for the regret inside
But it will not change what had been said
Because I am too afraid we won't be friends; that our relationship will end
So again and again I will lie
Till the point where I won't have to try
Because I won't know the truth either
It will spread like soft butter on toast merging two heavenly tastes Into something terrible for the body
It will block vein by vien
Stoping the blood from reaching my brain
Till I cannot remember how it started in the first place.
Sure It will hurt me to know what this did to the both of us
But, It is better than you knowing the truth
And the truth is I lied this whole time