Here I lie


Here I lie . . . .
Here I lie , upon my bed
Or with my words.
No one really cares what webs I weave.
In the end I fool only myself with the subtlest deception.
Cut open, I bleed feelings for everyone to see,
A gushing river of vulnerability.
I am out there and yet
I am nowhere.
Too busy pondering myself to really see the world.
Truth tickles my throat and I cough until I bleed
Or at least that’s how it feels when every
Emotion takes on soap opera proportions.
I jump , not checking if anyone is there to catch me,
Not sure if I want to stop falling, unseen.
I lie and the world lies with me

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