Lines and Lies
Whenever a relationship ends, I tend to dwell on lines he so credulously spewed and lies he told. Almost always I make a poem out of them, to remind me of what to look out for next time. I have to say that it never really works. I fall for a new set of lines and lies every time.
Go easy on me, I’m not good at this.
Are you ready for this?
We can wait.
I don’t know what it all means yet…we should do it again sometime.
I feel at ease with you, we fit together.
Are you okay?
Trust me, you can’t fake this kind of insecurity.
I think you’re lovely.
Be patient with me.
I loved watching you dance, you’re wonderful.
I haven’t even begun to show you what we could be.
I need to focus on myself for a while, I’m usually not good at it.
I think that would put me over the edge right now…
Be patient with me, maybe we just met at the wrong time.
You can come sneak in if you want.
You are beautiful and thoughtful and caring and any man would be lucky to have you.
It scares me…this is turning into something I’m not ready for.
Let me think about it…
That sounds really wonderful.
I don’t have time.
Since you, I’ve chosen to be alone.
Just be patient with me.
It’s not that I don’t like you, or think you’re amazing.
You just caught feelings and there’s nothing I can do about that right now…