Echoes Of Lies

Love Poems

You whispered words, sweet and sincere,
Promises held, in the misty atmosphere.
I believed every vow, every line you fed,
But beneath the surface, lies lurked instead.


You painted a picture, so vivid and bright,
But shadows crept in, concealed from the light.
Your love was a facade, a delicate guise,
Leaving me stranded, beneath empty skies.


You said you loved me, with all your might,
But your words were hollow, veiled in the night.
You lied to me, but you lied to yourself too,
Leaving shattered pieces, of what we once knew.


In the echo of silence, I hear the truth ring,
The melody of deception, the song you sing.
Each whispered "I love you," now a bitter sting,
As I unravel the truth, the pain it brings.


We danced in the moonlight, lost in the trance,
But your love was a fiction, a fleeting romance.
You wore a mask, hiding secrets untold,
Leaving scars on my heart, as your lies unfold.


You said you loved me, with all your might,
But your words were hollow, veiled in the night.
You lied to me, but you lied to yourself too,
Leaving shattered pieces, of what we once knew.


I'm picking up fragments, of shattered dreams,
Torn apart by your deceitful schemes.
The love that we shared, now lost in the tide,
As I bid farewell, to the tears I've cried.


You said you loved me, with all your might,
But your words were hollow, veiled in the night.
You lied to me, but you lied to yourself too,
Leaving shattered pieces, of what we once knew.


So I'll walk away, from the echoes of lies,
Embracing the truth, beneath clear skies.
Though your love was a lie, I'll learn to forgive,
And find solace in the life, I now must live.


February 03, 2024

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Nothing else I can add. It says it all...

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How, And Why?


It's been a while since I've seen you, been a while since I've heard from you.
Your face is the one thing I can still see, and your voice is the one thing I can still hear.
Mentally, I saw you walking, but you passed me, and didn't notice I was there.
I tried to call out to you, but you didn't hear me.

Once, I thought I loved you, everyone else seemed to think I did too.
But all I felt went away very quickly, like I knew it would. 
When I met you, I was happy, we talked almost always, and it was great having someone to talk to.
You were there, when he wasn't. 

I appreciate and love you for that.

I've tried to picture what it would be like if I was with you, what it would be like if I was yours instead of his.
Would I be happier? Would I experience what I'm not right now?
So many questions, and so many answers which I haven't found. 
Everytime I am alone, I feel some sort of sadness, some sort of emptyness.

Not that it completely has to do with you or him, but I think more to do with the loneliness I've been living with.
Making myself believe things could be different every time I find someone new.
But, you know how it goes, and how its gone for me.
How to walk away from something seems easy, but sometimes, people struggle even when they know they have to let go.

Being with someone new is something I almost don't want to do again.
I don't want to tell anyone else stories of my past, and how I once was.
I don't want to do things and not keep it to myself.
I've always been a quiet and reserved girl, I've always been you could say, overly careful about who I allow to touch me.

Doing things with him, I grew comfortable with, and something I became okay with.
Doing things with you, I've questioned, and thought of, something I would've had to grow comfortable and okay with.
Could I ever do things with you, can I see myself doing things with you, and would I ever see and hear you again........but this time, for real?



I look at how other girls live their lives, and sometimes think of how they handle being physical. 
How do they allow themselves to give their all to one guy, and then another after some time has passed?
is there never any regret? Is there never any fear and doubt?
Where does the trust comfort and idea of being okay with it come from?
If things go wrong, how are they able to allow themselves to do it again, and with someone else who isn't meant to be their someone?

And off the topic I wonder, how was someone like you, able to seemingly fall for me?
I am a damaged broken record you see. 
What is there to possibly like about me, how can one like me, and why?
Even after trying to be with someone for 5 years, I still don't know why he chose me........but then there's you. 
Why did you pick me? why havent you given up? Why do you still wish to have me?
What is there, aside from the reason to do with my body, to like about a woman like me?


A Rose Thrown out to Sea.


you were petals i once
submerged — a fistful i let
go of under a foggy sea
when i was succumbing
to myself


you were the surface tension
screaming my name;
a diaphragm’s lullaby —
old thunder in the rain…

i’ve been fond of storms
ever since



no one told me
how slow clouds would be —
i would have held my
breath a bit longer…


charted constellations
a bit better before
i spoke of love in light-years


and there you were
on a shoreline,
carrying salt in your palms



how many times
will I walk here, —
a wreckage of bramble
in my side?


“the sea is much too old,”
i heard someone say…


and the wind was salt
on my brain

it left a hole;
a stain,
and i felt a burning
behind my soggy


can stars erode
in the tide?



night adorns it’s veil —
scallops tug at the lace


and i toss inky petals
to the sea


nocturne’s dreamboat
a dead man’s float; —
how i’ve internalized
my hatred for romance


“the sea is much too old,”
i heard someone say…


and i realized my
lungs could speak
for days about sunken
ships returning home



i ignore a
distant moon — inertia
rocking my cradle


but she stays there
all the same…


here’s stardust
on her breath — whiskey
on mine


“you’ve grown much too old,”
i heard her say…


so i closed my eyes,
and felt sand between
my toes for the first time


it will be eons before
i swim here again

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(Verse 1)

We had so much promise

But your pretty mouth could not be honest 

And every word that you said

Was tainted with regret


I could feel the distance grow 

I could feel your hands let go

While I was still trying to hang on

You made me feel so right when i was so fucking wrong...

(End verse 1)



You gave up on all our dreams

You told me secrets, you told me things

You destroyed the house we took so long to make

It's all your fault, you let it fade 

(End chorus) x2



(Verse 2)

You had, a tremble in your voice 

I could hear the silence in your noise 

I could feel your fear with just your looks

Your eyes were empty, but I wish this would worked 



Honestly, I could write infinitely about you and me, but with no sincerity 

Our past, didn't last cause of your lies

We're no longer together, so I won't waste my time

(End verse 2)



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Alice liked the soft
voice of her mother,

the telling of stories
as she fell into sleep.


She liked it when her
mother hugged her
tight and kissed her
goodnight. Her father


seldom came to story
tell or hug or kiss or
such; seemed it was
too much. His voice


was deep and harsh
as winds, his eyes
dark and shark like,
peering without those


feelings of love or
want or admittance
into his realm of deep
concern, cared neither


if she drowned nor
burned  nor if in her
dark hours she counted
unhappiness on her


fingers and toes; he
was her father, but
one of those. She liked
to hug and kiss her


doll, poor substitute
for a father's love,
it sitting there in hers
arms unblinking and


smile-less as her father
did; feelings not there
or if so, well hid. Alice
kissed her mother's brow,


her arms, her hands,
her fingers, too, what
was a deep sad fatherless
or seemingly so, girl to do


to bridge the space or gap,
but sleep in her mother's lap

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The Girl I Never Knew

I met you a year ago...or was it yesterday?!
You keep in touch, but stay disconnected-
I have kissed you once or twice, that was nice!
I feel like I just met you,

"What was your name again?"

We embrace in conversation, yet you lose your
direction-Your weary eyes reflect your pain,
I can see through them the past lingering in your
mind...Maybe is the timing in life, maybe is the life
I will live in fall for random women,
every single one of them with a troubled past-
'Project' women in my life! Now I realize a project
you have become, giving me little to work with,
but expecting the world of me, in which,
I would give but you are not interested.
You say you are scared, I think you do not care to

"Hey you! the girl I never knew..."

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I never knew her...

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