waiting
waiting for that perfect opportunity to crash
and burn with an oblivion of
small talk

i want to clear things up







but
complications lead to explanations
and this is what i am thinking

thinking, about
everything

we had experienced
which meant so much

to me, apparently
was a lie
in reality


it’s simple singularity

and its my fault
partially,

but not totally

and what-if
what if?

so, say all the things
recite those phrases
seeming so significant
to me




i seemed so contently convinced
but you’re cunning, as well as deceiving
neither of which, i was presently aware

at the time; but now a memory so bland
tell me the truth



did you play this role, for her
too?