It's the simplicity of it. The subtle dilation of the pupils - question. The twitch at the corner of the lip - accusation. The apologetic hands against unwilling skin - denial. The faltered "I love you" whispered against the ear - exposure. The false promise of "I'll never do it again - forgiveness. Then you catch him in the … Continue reading The simplicity of lies.
I tore it out, beating and bloody, in a proclamation of love and vulnerability. Disgusted, you rejected it, too confronted by what you saw. Alive but dying. That was our love.