War

His lies are simple and easy,

swallowed without much 

difficulty, accepted without 

much push-back, and I only 

see the truth for what it is 

from the bottom looking up. 

He whispers oh-so quietly 

into my ears when I'm not 

paying attention, preying on 

my idleness, his only aim is

to suck the life out of me. He 

tells me I'm repulsive and 

underwhelming, the sole 

reason you've had to walk

away, and that I'm too 

weak-eyed and spineless 

for you to have ever cared 

for me at all. Undeserving 

and unworthy of you, and 

not enough to help you 

through. He rails on me as 

if he fears what I would do 

if I were allowed to stand up, 

and from the ground I only 

see the pure hatred in his eyes, 

drawing me into his deceit so 

convincingly, and he mocks 

the deepest parts of my soul.
With every day he tells me
you never wanted me at all,
and with every morning he
reminds me of the rejection and
its sting. He tells me your 

words are lies, he promises me
my opinion of you is false,
and he says that I'll always be alone. 

In a life of relational equations 

that always end up in the red, 

he tells me that I'm the common 

denominator. And I know, it's 

only the weakness in me and 

the cunning in him that stops 

me from seeing the truth. 

I promise that I'm trying.