Growing Out

A collaboration

Mother always told me
lies were like honey:
sticky-sickly-sweet,
a close comfort,
the only way
I'd ever be loved.

But they were also
acidulous, selfish, toxic
(and beautiful).
They're all we ever were.

You have to understand
that it's a prevarication
for me to stare at you
and turn skywards
the corners of my mouth
when what I want
is to let that which blinds me
fall in torrents
upon my own chest
as I walk away.

I want to play the victim and succumb
to everything I said I'd never be.

Reviews

[CHRIS ANDES]

great
thanks for the share
=]

[Marissa]

This is good. I saw one thing that stuck out to me I would change They're to their in your second stanza first word of last line. But, this was good not my favorite of yours though.

[w]

No change there is needed, that is how it is supposed to read. :) Thanks for the comment.

[Marissa]

Okay, I'm sorry must have read it wrong. I apologize...

[w]

"The writing is always correct, unless it is wrong, in which case the reader is right and the writer wrong, but this rarely happens as the writer knew what he intended and the reader only knows what he expected."

[Marissa]

Sorry!

[w]

Why are you sorry? I was just writing a humorous quote. :)

[Marissa]

Oh, okay. (:

[SamanthaMarie]

Cycles are cruel, aren't they? But, you portrayed your feelings beautifully and flawlessly. Thank you :)