September 2016

little white lies

with the passing of seasons
more frequent than before
colour blindness creeping in
when judgement calls are done
well defined truths no longer
stands the moral highground
the scrutinising committee
bypassed time after time
the pockets filled with
cover ups, a tippex rarely
used, two cans of white
spray paint- gloss and matt
up my sleeves
but worst of all the filter
I keep inside my head
only letting out the truths
I am prepared to face

Prompted by a @maxmundan prompt: little white lies

when no one says stop

drinking to feel less

drinking to feel more

drinking to awaken

all those slumbering thoughts

numbness wanted

numbness be gone

madness reigns

in this intoxicated

soul

longing for you

I hope you realise
without me saying
explicitly stating
I LOVE YOU
that I do in fact
love you
my heart has no way
to say otherwise
my head carries doubt
at times questions
it’s own sanity
but it finally comes to terms
with that which is
you
and fall in line
with the rest of me
which is only
longing for
You

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