Our Lie

Our Lie

Is a collection of letters

Tied to your name and mine.

It is of love

And dreaming

And plans quite scheming.

Our Lie

Is a lie of vows

And promises broken

Like the glass bottle that sits in my hand now.

Empty of drink,

Just as I am empty of

Blood.

Dripping, fragmented hearts torn apart by

Our Lie.

Now after,

Our Lie,

I see the neverending hate

That comes.

The terrible sorrow that eats away

My Soul

And I wonder...

Was it all worth it for

Our Lie?