Is it true? Is it true?
That’s all I want to know. It’s a fairly simple response, I would say. Something swift, something short. It’s all just a syllable- my hopes, my faith, my desires. Confirm them or deny them, just please say something.
Was it real? Was it real?
I beg of you not to spare my feelings. I deserve the truth, that’s all you owe me. I promise to not ask of anything more, just honesty, please honesty. I don’t think my heart can take anymore lies, it’s already sick from the ones you spoke before.
What am I? Who am I?
Surely I wasn’t just a body. Surely I meant something more. I can’t bare to think I was nothing, after being told I was everything. The stars, the earth, the world, the heavens; at least that’s what you whispered to my skin, at least that’s what you burned into my lungs.
Is it over? Is it done?
All I want is to be free. Please, I only ask that you not be selfish. Spare me of what you can, I’m too tired to linger for much longer. My feet are dragging behind me, my body can’t keep up. Pretty soon I’ll stop moving entirely, pretty soon I’ll be miles behind you.