The cruelty of lies.

The cruelty of lies.

Why do they always say it?

I really wish they didn’t.

We must meet and do this again

is how the repeated saying goes.

 

And then I never see them again.

Why do they want to meet me?

Is this about some vicarious pleasure?

Like rubber necking a disaster.

 

A car crash is that my latest persona?

Just some form of wreckage .

To be swept away like any other kind

of useless write off – pissed right off?

 

I watched when you saw me

in the window as I turned

aware in that way that you do

when you sense that someone

is watching you but saying nothing.

Then you turned to look away

and that has stayed with me.

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