façade

“Can I lie to you?”

Silence.

“I'm tired. Can I lie to you?”

Silence.

“To make you comfortable,
I've often lied, to make you
satiated, I've lied many times
but now though, now, I want
to lie for myself- I want to
lie through my teeth, I want
to lie so that you know that
what you know are all lies,
that what you’ll be knowing,
will be lies”.

Silence.

“Lies”.

Silence.

“I want you to know that
I am lying to feel relaxed,
to feel light and to feel…
myself”.

Silence.

“I am tired of tiptoeing
across a tightrope, past
turbulent spaces, that
which I held you create,
that which has turned
on its head to haunt ME

“I'm flattered that you
still indulge in this
façade, but I will no
longer be truthful to
all the lies.

“I used to tremble, at
the very thought of
rebelling against you
and that was my fault-
I feel free now and I
want to lie to you, so
that I can cease to exist”.

Silence.

“My mind wasn't with me through
all the time that we were together,
my mind was an imposter, someone
you had planted in my head.

“Be mindful of what you do next, let’s
be civil, give me back my mind and
then let me lie to you”.

Silence.

“I was the small curl
under the ‘c’ in façade-
I want to be the entire
word now- so let me be
and let me lie”.

Silence.

“I was the one flailing silly
on the tightrope and now,
I want to be the rope, so
let me lie”.

Silence.

“I was the one who trembled
at your sight and I would so
often recede into a box of
flinching vibrations- you
take over from me now, I
want to make YOU tremble
and so, let me lie”.

Silence.

“I was the one trying to
move via soft footsteps,
I was the one who was
trying to tiptoe and now,
I want you to tiptoe- now,
I want to be that silence,
so let me lie”.

Silence.

Silence.