Poetry

Smokescreen

What if I told you
That you bored me to tears
You’re the peak of mediocrity
You’re dull, tasteless, flavorless
I kept our hands locked and said nothing

What if I told you
That you weren’t as good as you thought
You told me I was a great kisser
I found yours to be bland and dispassionate
I kept our lips locked and said nothing

What if I told you
That you were nothing to write home about
You never made me shake
I writhed and moaned to stroke your ego
I kept our hips locked and said nothing

What if I told you
That all of this is a smokescreen
Lies I tell myself to make me hate you
That, truthfully, I miss you
I’ll keep my mouth locked and say nothing

It’s better that way, isn’t it?
After all, you aren’t around to hear it

6 thoughts on “Smokescreen”

  1. Ohhhh! I thought, well, the things we do to- wait, waitwaitwaitWHAT? That twist! You are good at twists, I knew, but this I was NOT expecting.

    But then again, isn’t this what we do? Rather than remember the good and learn from the bad, we seek to vilify the bad and so bury the good with it to make sense of what happened. But the truth, no matter anything else, is always true and so inescapable. You illustrate that excellently.

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    1. Hahahahahaha. You’re hilarious. Thanks! This was another one that went somewhere I didn’t intend. I wanted it to be scathing. Then I got to the end and my heart told me I couldn’t tell that lie.

      It’s easier to forget the good, sometimes. Helps us move on. I think…

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