Our Last Conversation
(or I’m an Idiot)
I could tell she was lying
The tells were all there
Mixed in with truth
Constructed with care
I really knew better
Than to enable the game
It just didn’t matter
So guess I’m to blame
So hard to swallow
A bitter blue pill
Suppose that in some ways
I may lover her still
Fantastically done!
Ellen, you are very kind – thanks
🙂 Ellen is my 2nd name.. I am called Easter, believe it or not.
That poem was fantastic!
Ah, thanks for the clarification Easter; proper nouns are confusing. 🙂
Especially when it is so unusually used as a first name. 🙂