You say the words
but they are empty.
Spilling from your mouth
like the countless other
untruths, deceits and emotionless
promises I have been victimized with.
They hold no meaning to you.
You say what you think people want to hear.
But suddenly I see you.
I hear what you are actually saying.
"You mean nothing to me."
You breathe
and I feel violated.
You speak
and feel the need to be cleansed.
Your presence hurts my soul.
Your lying touch
tears at my heart.
And I am torn.
Would I rather see you,
as other eyes see you?
Lost in the fantasy.
Should I veil my eyes to your truth?
Pretend you are the dream,
I’ve always envisioned.
Or awake from the nightmare you’ve become.

March 2000