Sweet Little Lies
We were not for each other
So we drew a line, either him or I
Burying love, as if it were a martyr
Veiling it with loose coils of strange alliance
There are others who can love us
More completely, more honestly
Consistence with which we yearn to keep pace
So we hope.
When all was said and done
Being allies was more fun.
Warm in our self-reflected glows
We therefore exist
Regarding each other
With constrained admiration
While amusing ourselves in silence
With the fallacy of it all.
Tom: What happened? Why – why didn’t they work out?
Summer: What always happens. Life.