lying, lying, lying

i used to write about him
endlessly
in tattered journal pages
and in cheesy poems
but i didn’t want to admit it

i didn’t want to admit
the fact that he was gone
and writing him into paper
wasn’t going to bring back
the person i once knew

i didn’t want to admit
that i wasn’t in love-
that instead, i was cold and lonely
for endless summer nights
in the pitch black vacuum of my room
when everyone else was sound asleep
and i should’ve been, too
i guess at that time
i just didn’t want to admit
the fact that i was too busy writing
to realize i was just lying to myself

so this is me finally admitting it-
this is my apology letter
for blindly lying to myself,
for believing the miserable lie
that writing about him
would bring us back to life

because so far it hasn’t worked
and i’m undeniably sick
of lying to myself
and ignorantly believing it will

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