One cannot rely on the web of lies so carefully spun and placed into our memory.
Perception is deceit disguised with kisses and eyes.
I realize this now because I can no longer remember who you are.
Yes, I remember your name and the smell of your clothes
But I can’t seem to remember the masked disdain in your words
the deceiving puzzles hidden in your ghazals.
My feelings now are mangles by simple moments,
both good and bad, both misled with no context around it,
just a smile or a tear,
a warmth and lingering darkness but no truth.
No, never truth.
Buried away in the crevices of my mind,
out of sight, out of reach,
now clouded forever
Only to be remembered in the slightest of bits, on lonely nights trapped inside our failed fairytale.
– Shammy 11/13/12 3:47am