Don’t Trust Him.

“Don’t trust him”
my brain screams as he promises to call
or asks about future adventures
or gives you a glimmer
of hope of something to come.
Because his words
are delicate lace
cut by the
nature of reality.
What starts as beautiful
and fragile
and unique will
become torn and unrecognizable.
Soon it will be dirty
and torn, wasted efforts
of aching hearts
and tired souls.
While reconciliation
is nothing more than a
promise of future destruction
balanced upon the delicate thread
of lies.


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