I sit at my desk, facing the wall, talking to my brother as I play computer solitaire. We discuss the plans for his birthday the next day, and then he goes to talk to someone more interesting than me. He doesn’t notice I had been crying.
I’m neck deep in love. Please don’t let him be lying.
I can’t stand being lied to. I probably won’t ever be able to. Come to think of it, we shouldn’t have to. Please don’t let him be lying.
Trust is one of those things that come hard for me. I don’t trust men because they’ve let me down too many times, and I don’t trust women because nobody should. That’s probably why I love little children, who can’t lie, and plants, who can’t talk. Please don’t let him be lying.
I’ve always been the one to take care of people when they broke, but nobody’s here to help me pick the pieces off the ground and glue them back together. Maybe that’s why I’m so misshapen, from putting myself back together the wrong way. I don’t think I could handle being shattered again. Please don’t let him be lying.
