Where Is Your Hand?

I thought myself to be an honest person...but I lied.

I lied a lot.

Mainly to myself.

I think I lied to myself when I said I could handle it.

It was me trying to play the tough-girl who could take it....

but/i/can.t

I

can't

look

at

you

a.n.y.m.o.r.e

Tears would form a moat around me that would soon engulf me. And I'm realizing that the only rope you'll ever be to me is the one I lasso around my neck.

But maybe I don't know the meaning of truth anymore.