The lie is the truth.

A smack…

on the face. 

The realisation

of an existing love

that you should have abandoned.

The realisation is like

A smack…

on the face.

You bury your face under your hood,

trying to escape that information;

It’s not true.

You don’t love him anymore. That’s the truth.

That’s the truth.

The kind of truth that tenses your jaw muscles.

The kind of truth that forces you to remind yourself every morning.

The kind of truth that leaves you hanging.

The kind of truth that smacks you with a lie.

The lie that you still love him.

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

Stop.

So what?

So what if the lie is the ultimate truth?

So what?

You can’t do anything about it.

But you can tell yourself a different truth,

and live on,

until the lie becomes the ultimate lie.

That’s what you can do.

Right?

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