“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