black lie affair (poem)
Tuesday, Sept. 17, 2002
in the early dusk
there you go
all dressed up with excuses
sometimes i can hear myself breaking
these cracks are the bridges that lead me
to places i shouldn�t know about
places that should only exist in movies
seeing your lies move around the bedroom
in the dark trying not to wake me
while i squeeze tears out of my eyes�
reality is a bad scene
and your silence doesn�t hide the ache
