Looking into the depths of your eyes and I understand:

when you’re lying to me, and when you care for me.

Sapphires freshly polished look back at me when;

you say that you’re lucky, happy, and that you trust me.

My left eye brow rises in amusement at your most

recent lie to me, but I’m not mad about it, I understand.

April puddles are before me when you look away from me,

the twitch of your lip gives you away, when you say it isn’t true.

All of us are afraid to tell one simple truth, something said every day,

your eyes cannot lie to me, when you say that your friend is lying.

But I saw it in the blue raspberry juice swirling before me,

that it is you who is lying not your friend, when he says you love me.

You won’t say it for the same reason that I won’t,

fear of rejection and denial, knowing it won’t work out.

I see it in the water as I look at the sky from the bottom of a pool,

which leaves us swimming without a destination, and treading without time.

We both know it won’t end well, but right now we ignore it,

and you let me drown in the pool of your soul for just a little longer.