The truth was ever my enemy
a creeping monster with shining fangs
prowling around the night
so I made you my hiding place,
a home it could not enter
though its claws scratched at the walls.
Like a fool, I put everything on you
our beautiful love the foundation
that kept that horrible beast at bay.
But I could still hear its howls
though I pretended not to understand,
the walls started to feel like paper.
A moment of doubt:
it all came crashing down
as my beautiful lie was ripped apart.
The rubble around you was a confession:
I had invited this ruin–
I could not promise peace.
And so, clutching your weeping heart,
you fled from me into the woods
your fiery and fearful silence kept me from following,
though I would call out over and over again
trying to apologize for my doubts.
A mournful silence would have been better.
-Zero
