She lied and it’s over, She hesitated, confused, unsure, scared. She stood as though the world had come crashing down. The guilt was her torture, she stood in empty door way and lied.
She stood in a phone booth crying on the phone and lied. The fear, the hate, the anger that echoed on the phone before a dead dial tone, the end. She swore to my face about loving me forever and then left a message for me saying it’s over.
She lied to me, she wrote me love letters with butterflies and kisses and at the end she said its over, I knew she lied to me she held my hand and walked with me just to let it go in the end and tell me it’s over.
I knew it was a lie. It’s over and she lied to me. Her presence lingers in my soul. She smiled and played with me in bed, she cried when she told me its over and she lied to me.
I held her and told her not to lie to me. She kissed me as though it was the last, the very last kiss, the final kiss the goodbye kiss, she said its over.
We planned and wished but she lied all along. No amount of time will fade the lies away or the pain. She lied about her love.
How true she seemed and loving, forgetting her deceit I saw only the warmth in her. The world made sense as I lay in her arms, nurtured and loved. There was no pain or torture, the reality was happiness and the false world did not exist.
She smiled and kissed my cheek, notifying me that she would always be there. She loved me and that moment was the perfect one as we only existed in the room.
She read a page out of her diary, reminding me how we met. We sat as the sun stroked her hair, kissing it in gold light that seemed immaculate and innocent. The summer suited her, the colours, the heat, the sun. She was a child of youth and happiness.
It was all a lie and its over.
Goodbye.
Nothing is over really when the hearts been injured by loves sting. Great poem, God bless