It existed
in threads of
gossamer glamour
binding together slowly
out of sight.
Delicate intricacies
that eventually
misled, misguided;
became only missed.
Inexplicable fascination
poised to be
squandered childishly
on the shards of
shattered delusions.
A fearful confession,
abandoning nuance
for permission- or
forgiveness
or both.
Braced for the fallout
swinging selfishly to
that final purge-
for the sake of
being honest,
and the truth
did not set me free.
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A disaster in slow motion,
brilliant lies glittered
their final reflections
of the sun
as they turned to
teeth behind lips
I didn’t touch.
Annihilating the
tangled threads
woven by intimate words,
insecurities and comforts-
fingertip fallacies.
And now it is just
another burden to bear,
an admission of fault
in an attempt to fill
a dismissive void-
and I am alone again
missing it in spite of myself.
Memory remains,
clinging desperately
to shadows on opaque glass
behind which to admit
that I was wrong
and to wonder
if it was ever real at all.
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