It takes you way too long to find me
as I sit cross-legged on my hard wood floors
anticipating your entrance.
So please tell me a lie
about all the women that haunt you
when I’m not around you.
Tell me how your first love
is not me.
I am listening with my eyes closed.
I want to feel the lies as they
stab my heart
Tell me how all the other women
tell me how you are not married
and have no children
I will believe all the tales
as they rise as high
as the skyscrapers.
The only way to live this
is through more lies.
I am waiting.