I guess I’m the type to find
comfort in telling white lies,
in numbing the pain
by dulling the knife
that is my tongue.
Preventing myself from choking on the blood of my mouth.
And I guess it’s a beautiful moment
to speak of a lie that’s harsher than truth-
to be caught saying goodbye without living
And I love saying goodbye to you when
I know we’re going to end up talking
again in 5 minutes.
I guess its a branch of a feeling- one
similar to the crack in our voices
when we’re texting in blue and white and pink,
when we say we’re doing just fine to cheer
the other person up.