At least I don’t have to pretend anymore
I know what I feel for the person next to me
Not love but obligation and fear of my pain
There is nothing swelling in my chest as I
Stare into the rising sun, just graveyard ash
Mixing in with the dust lingering in the morning light
I was told to stay by the whining voice in my head
Why does it only speak when I’m trying to ignore
Truth? The Lucifer of the Morning. He seduces me
With a sly tongue, quick and dexterous, as he tells
Me that I am wrong and cowardly and I need to stay
So I roll back over and go to sleep, my arms snaked
Around one who I don’t want to be with and I sleep
With the peace of a man who knows he is a liar
Poetry Overdose 