secondhand heartbreak

x. pretty lies

pretty are the lies
that fall from his kiss-swollen lips
   in the half-light of early morning,
   in the warmth of the sun on their skin,
   in the eternal quiet of night

i would follow you anywhere.

i'd never do anything to hurt you.

i love you.

she knows of the words' deceiving nature
first, because she is a girl in love
   but not a fool
second, because the truth is
   cold
   and hard
   and ruthless
the truth is not found in
the smile that graces his lips,
the familiar brilliance is his eyes,
the way he touches his forehead to hers
nor is the truth found in those words

neither are so foolish as to believe them,
   but he says them anyway

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thoughts so far?