“Be honest with me,”
she lies;
her expectations higher than
I could ever reach.
Tact versus truth;
to tell what is, rather
than what she’d prefer, would
be a shovel of my own devising.
Save her feelings and
avoid another fight, or
foster conflict for the sake of
catharsis.
The thing of it is
I can’t even distinguish between
what’s real or fantasy anymore;
truthfully, I stopped trying
a while ago.
by Erik Shinker
Well done π;))
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Thank you! π
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Grim . . .
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Unfortunately so.
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Yes. I was there once.
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Well I’m glad you no longer are π
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Wow!!
Spot on!
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