I lied

when I said that I

didn’t love you.

The back of 

my throat

raw

and salty with tears.

I lied

when I said that

it didn’t matter

and that

I

could forgive you.

Mother Theresa

I am not.

I lied

when they asked me

why I was wearing 

a neck scarf

on a hot summer’s day.

One has to 

be whole

to be truly

fashionable.

I cried

when you left.

Bastard,

Lover,

Compadre.

Broken and torn.

Both you

and the destruction

you left

behind.

I cried

tears of relief

when I realised

that I missed you.

And that I was going

to do absolutely

nothing

about it.

I sang

that day in the car.

A tiny redhead

girl

taking on the world, again.

~Lu