ψεύτης

You like lying on my floor;

you like lying

with every breath.

Like it’s the carbon dioxide

to your oxygen.

And oxygen is what I’ve lacked

since the kiss we shared.

But you don’t know how to share completely.

Feelings, secrets, and nights

are cemented and imprisoned

in your memories.

I will forever remember you.

You, as you lye on my floor lying.

by: me.

8/10/11

Zaid Ismail

Author, life coach, and mental health activist. We need to change the narrative from disorders, illnesses, and survival to accountability, understanding, and thriving.

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