Don't Lie From Me

August 2, 2009
By Anya Gearhart SILVER, Eugene, Oregon
Anya Gearhart SILVER, Eugene, Oregon
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I know... baby, I know.
I knew. Baby,

I knew.

I just don't know what to do.
You come to me with words pouring out
from your lips faster than water from a
glass and I
made a promise right then and there that
even if you hit me I refused to, no I would not
lose you to this
not to this
but then thirty second prayers are made and you're
gone, you fade, slowly at first and then gaining
speed, a breeze
you leave as quickly as you came, laughing in the
face of all the those promises you made
you slam the door in my face and what's more
you slip a lie underneath the doormat:
'goodbye. I don't need you.'
and I cry.
because your eyes are telling me a different story.
one of pain and
of fear and
'I'm sorry.'

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