Telling Yourself the Truth
You should know these things, my love.
You can not love the wall.
Can’t love the plaster or the wood.
You know that it’s all fake.
How can you not pay attention,
To the fact that I’m right here?
I’m standing right in front of you.
You know everything of me.
Nothing do I hide.
Never have I lied.
You saved me when I nearly died.
You make my heart grow wings and fly.
I’m here to catch you when she throws you down.
I’m not leaving unless you ask me to.
Even then I’d fight for you.
I will speak to you only truth.
You’re here for me, but you hide it from yourself.
How do you go on with your wall?
In a relationship where you’re bound to fall?
There is nothing left with her.
You obviously don’t trust her,
Though you’ve decided you can fake it.
She obviously can’t trust you,
She couldn’t even tell you her secrets.
She won’t be there forever, love.
This girl will be gone soon.
I’ve seen it all happen before this fight,
The secrets, the lies, the unfaithful.
Also, may I ask of you,
Would you rather to find out,
That the one you “loved” pressed their lips upon,
Another they didn’t care for,
Or that they spent their time holding,
Another they say they have feelings for?
Here is something maybe you could think about,
After telling yourself the truth.
Copyright © Nicole King | Year Posted 2010
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