I would rather hear the truth
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slicing through some favored fantasy
which I had created,
than hear an unaware silence shattered by
Trust is rent completely
by the very first lie,
whether those words are obviously spoken,
or tearfully discovered in a newly sad remembrance.
And though you never spoke a lie perhaps,
you lived one, and it feels the same
upon discovery. Betrayal
always cuts most deeply in the heart.
It sends the mind scurrying for
a place to hide. It leaves the
blood that was spilled on your hands,
when I'd rather find it on my own.