Lies.
They drip like honey
from your mouth
to our ears
to the news
to more mouths
and back again.
A salve so sweet
words–
we want so badly
to ring true.
But they’re not–
Your sugar, maple
honeysuckle,
sweet temptation
lies.
Do you know that lives
depend on you?
Desperately turn to you
for guidance.
We seek direction
truth
but we’re so busy being scared
being used
to question the information
you’re giving us.
How many lies told in a day?
I love you.
I’ll wait for you.
We’ll be there soon.
How many times
will you butter us up
with sinful, sweet lies?
Maybe when we’re fat
fully satiated
drunk
on your candy apple half truths
maybe when we’re
drowning in the
honey pit you’ve
brought us to
maybe then you’ll
stop–
when the world’s all covered up.
Or maybe we’ll wake up
before it’s
too
late.
Caia Rose 