Our NaPoWriMo Project Poem for today is titled: Our Last Conversation

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

crossed