White lies

My love we were pretty white lies, we were the ones to start the fire and you used my tears as gasoline. 

If someone was made to make it, it wasn’t us. Because my heart was beaten and bruised while yours was lost in an ocean of pain. I was mistaken in thinking that loving you was a greater plan. That learning your favourite colour and giving you my name will help us. It was dumb and wish it while blowing the candles, we did it wrong.

We were a domino falling down since the pinch in your ribs and me saying: “What’cha doin?” 

I can’t say we lost time in running in circles yet I can say we lost our lives in trying to hold to the poison in our skin. We were a ship with holes and our hands weren’t big enough. 

I can also say that we learned. I saw you laughing with her and I was hugging between streets, we grew up from the bittersweet goodbye where we say that we could do better.

My love we were a deception hidden in expectations, if I could I would do it with blind eyes to feel your hands on my neck and my smile on your stomach. If I was given a chance I will keep quiet until ashes were left of us because we were awful, spit your words and badly written poems, yet at the end of the day we were love. 

T.A.