she tried the lie on again this morning
(you know, the one that lets
her love me)
i pretend not to notice
her eyeing her mirrored heart
for fear she'd
find me there
(knowing)
it fit rather awkwardly at first
though i helped her with it
(it seeming
somehow thus better)
now well worn
(nearly threadbare here and there)
and her grown to
it
(or it to her)
it looks nearly truth
(perhaps she thought truth a bit shabby
or too lonely)
she decided to wear the lie again this morning
(you know, the one that
lets her love me)
