The End of an Error
I’m not surprised you came today.
Sharing was supposed to be so easy.
You said all I had to do was bleed.
Just speak without a conscience, without care.
So I promised I’d never lie to you.
Then I just went and made everything up.
See, I never wanted to trust everything you told me.
After all, my heart couldn’t be damaged anymore than it was.
And so today we say goodbye to a life of words.
You win, I’m all bled out.
Combining NaPoWriMo and Poem-A-Day prompts again today. The former asking for a ten-line poem made of ten lies. The latter looked for an elegy, a song for the departed. After this, I’m afraid you’ll feel as confused as I do today.