White Powder

I wish you'd stop lying to me.

I may not make a big deal out of it. I may not look like I care, but I'm sick of it. Sick and tired of breathing in your lies. Of breathing you into my lungs, the scent on your hair, the light in your eyes.

I'm trying to be a decent human being. I'm trying to keep some part of me alive, so maybe one day, i can trust somebody. So I can make a life.

Is it too much to ask . . .

Just tell me, and I'll walk, and tug and pull and tear my heart away from the promise of what i believed to be perfect.