Honesty isn't always the best policy.
Words cut sharper than the blades I drag across my skin.
Blood pools like secrets when tongues are too swollen to speak.
It's interesting how I decide to withhold something one time,
Something so irrelevant, so useless,
And it becomes a matter of trust.
I figured two years of honesty would be enough.
Two years of support, respect and trust,
Means nothing.
I mean nothing..
Everything means nothing...
YOU ARE READING
Poems: Gade 12- Present Day
PoetryFrom another guy in the world, to you. Words that aren't spoken, but remain true. I hope you find comfort in my poetry too. A rusted connection to my reality, because honestly. I've lost it.
