Wednesday, September 28, 2011

how tiresome false friends become

when they've told the same excuse

one too many times

and don't even remember doing so

how easy it is to be sincere

when you've nothing at stake

but getting clear of an involvement

disavowing words given in less demanding times

how past due

every empty promise you never thought

others could see through could be sidestepped

and evaded but when your lying hurts another then

how done you are in everyone's eyes

and suddenly even someone as fake as you can

feel the frostiness and start sounding the wall

for your last way out

how much like you this clumsiness

when caught in some feeble explanation

and how hollow the ringing of your charm

as you try to talk your way out of your own shit

how much you've just lost you'll never get back

how much you'll never know how many pegged you right

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

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