My Lights Gossip With The Sun

I don't deserve your forgiveness
Your understanding
If this is a dream, it's a waking nightmare
He'll never know
Three months I was dry
Ten months I was a liar
Now I struggle to grasp the edges
Listening to the sound of myself
I drown myself in denial
For I know I'm dying
One mishap
Eight words
Zero tears
I tell you it was a dream
Listen to her lying tongue
He was one of my best friends
I feel so wrong
I feel so childish
Can I ever live up to my words?
My moral compass
A useless device
Speck of dust
Miniscule fragments lie there
Collect them before I piece together my sanity
And now I must begin again.

The End

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