Liar

Written by: Jessica Hambrick

Flickering in— out.
Wounds stitched with fidgeting,
Fisted finality.  

She is.
She was.

There was a dream for which I was awake,  
A glorified foolishness and tragic mistake.

Love—O love!
Like a feverish thief, she reels,
From my arms to the bed—
From my head over heels.

O, you beautiful disaster,
You fictitious lure,
You ponderous nothingness,
Imprudent and impure.

Like petals, I shed,
Nude and undone.
Sheared and severe—
A moon without sun.

Swiftly I buckled at your unfettered charm,
As your fingertips caressingly weaved down my arm.

And surrendered myself like a teetering child,
Standing aghast at the gate to the wild.

Liar. 

The word yanks at the stitches that burst unsewn,
Shrieks into the deafness of happiness once known.   

Now I know.
Now I do. 
How I had such grandiose feelings for you—

They were as slippery as god;
They were thick and reeked of rain.
And though jarred and disenchanted, 
They somehow still remain.

Even so, you are just a thing,
With one mouth and two eyes.
And kissable lips that fleetingly dripped

The most gorgeous string of lies.