The following is one of the things I wrote in the past few months when I wasn’t here.
The truth is that I’ve stopped making sense and so have my words and so have your lies.
My love, while you burned the bridge you’d asked me to build, I was busy collapsing the tunnel you dug into the heart of my fortress.
And now that you stand with a phantom army of apologies, I shoot down the traitor in your midst.
Truth never really was your thing.
But I didn’t fall in love with your honesty, did I?
I fell in love with the way you handled warfare.
I should have known our love would be a bloodbath.
It’s not cheating if I post something old, is it?
Until We Meet Again