The Littlest Of Lies

Hello everyone. It's me, again. Back with another poem. I really haven't been inspired to write much as of late. But thankfully, that changed tonight. I was listening to an amazing song by one of my favorite bands, "Dancing With The Dead" by 10 Years, and I was suddenly compelled to write. The poem began to form really fast, and I typed as fast as I could to try and keep up with all of the ideas that were coming at me. And looking back now, the poem is relatively unchanged from when I first started typing. So I always enjoy that. When the ideas come naturally, I just have to let them flow, and not fight them at all. Because it seems that's when writer's block will set in. At least for me. And I feel like when something is forced, it will never reach it's true potential. But anyways, the poem, thankfully, is not autobiographical. Given the subject matter. But hearing stories from friends and co-workers over the years, this sort of tale has happened to people I used to know. So for some reason, the inspiration hit me, and I wrote about this subject. So enough of my rambling, here it is. Hopefully you all enjoy reading it. But not too much, lol. Again, given the subject matter. And in advance, thank you all for reading this. It means more than you will ever know.

 

"The Littlest Of Lies"
2013

While lying in a bed
That's motionless and still
Memories choke the mind
And the eyes begin to fill
But the lips are dry and cracked
The surest signs of apathy
And the only one I've loved
Is growing mad at me
'Cause it seems she's heard the news
And she thinks it to be true
And while I didn't light the fuse
I know what she is gonna do
'Cause it's the littlest of lies
That often compromise
By sparking up the fight
That I'm caught inside tonight
And though the lie was white
Her eyes are turning red
And she's screaming back at me
With every word I've said
Now we're standing in the hall
And each has chose an end
Better times still drape the wall
But tonight's too far from then
And as the volume starts to rise
The lights have every right to burn
While causing me to sweat
As the night takes another turn
'Cause it seems she's heard the news
And she thinks it to be true
And while I didn't light the fuse
I know what she is gonna do
'Cause it's the littlest of lies
That often compromise
By sparking up the fight
That I'm caught inside tonight
And though the lie was white
Her eyes are turning red
And she's screaming back at me
With every word I've said
Now I'm trying to gather up the nerve
To look her in the eyes
And give the truth that she deserves
But I've told so many lies
That she never will believe
That I'm innocent of this
'Cause when you've always been deceived
The mark gets harder to miss
But I feel I must defend
What little soul remains
But I watch her cross her arms
As I'm trying to explain
That when you're the envy of the town
They will try to bring you down
And the birds will often sing
When they see you wear the ring
But the days that you're alone
No one's calling on the phone
'Cause they will ever chase the one
Who's not bothering to run
And when they see you smile at me
Their stomachs start to turn
'Cause we have the happiness
For which they've yearly yearned
But now your love has turned to hate
As you accuse me of the crimes
That I would never commit
At least, most of the times
But I freely admit my mistakes
While knowing they're paid for in full
But darling, I will never forget
What you're now trying to pull
When you claimed you heard the news
And thought it to be true
Knowing I didn't light the fuse
But you did what you wanted to do
And yes, it's the littlest of lies
That will often compromise
By sparking up the fight
That we're caught inside tonight
And though the lie was white
Her red eyes have faded for now
And she's just staring at me
As I kneel down to lift,
The broken picture of us,
That's lying on the ground...