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By redplasticroses Date: 2007 Aug 22 Comment on this Work [[2007.08.22.02.51.3848]] |
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truth is so much easier to eat when it is thrown down on a bare white plate in front of you by someone who loves you enough to speak it as they catch each tear before it falls Why is it that your "truth" now sounds like glass shattering each word a shard capable of destroying what is left of me... the fragments you didn't care enough to preserve with any dignity Yes, I'm all about dignity at this stage of life wondering how often you laughed at my ignorance also known as my ability to trust and love based on what is clearly a lie in the light of day the village idiot has nothing on me, dear Funny, I once thought your eyes could hold me tighter than any force on earth I now know they only held your secrets The truth is not that I could not handle it, it's that you could not speak it or live it What soaks my pillow in the middle of the night is I have no clue what happened to the man I fell in love with where he went or how he could ever hurt me Mondavi sold out no integrity, so he said but they knew when they were in over their head they knew what they stood for and are still standing today I once had a gorgeous naked man with ice blue eyes hold me look into my eyes and tell me he loved me it is those words and memories also on my plate that make the truth so very hard to swallow |