Certain Things

Was it all a lie?
I cannot tell. I do not know.
He promised he’d stay;
But then I watched him go.

Every flower knows,
The bee will return;
The sun can tell
How the moon yearns;

The shore feels the tide,
It understands the sea;
But these metaphors
Everyone can not see.

I guess I am one who
Knows the heart not his head,
Yet they both lie now
Quite broken in this bed.

Guilt-free-ly

Now I have none I need confess to:
The sex being done is guilt-free.
Though you have never been lied to,
I could never be completely me.

Your face loomed in the past and it still does;
But, now that my heart and faith lie broken,
There’s really not much left on for fuss,
I’m sure every word has been spoken.

You can fuck as much as you wish now;
Maybe differences will make you see
All of life, post moving on from each vow,
Can not replace the love you got from me.

Both

I’m back to my side of the bed,
Alone and bereft of touch;
I might as well be dead;
I haven’t even deserved this much.

I’m on one side and sleepless,
For now I am aware of my desire;
I am caving inward, into a mess
Of promises, made by a liar.