June 4, 2012
Secrets and lies

fill the air around us like

a steamy summer fog.

Trying to remember what has been said and what is being

kept in the corner of my mind,

never to escape.

Somewhere inside I know you have some too.

When I figure out some of these piling lies I wait for your mind to spill out

in front of me. But it never does.

I forget how much I know about you.

The times I remember have been the worst to discover.

Instead of arguing I wait.

Waiting for you to finally


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