Confessions

You asked

“Do you still look for him when you’re with me?”

I wonder how do I split a lie out of the truth?

How do I pretend that my eyes didn’t just whisper his name?

How do I convince my tongue to say I only want you?

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Conversations with myself

I tell myself

I must listen

The same way I wait for the moons prayers

I tell myself you must love

The same way my mother did when she taught me how to catch my breath

I tell myself you must enjoy

The same way my grandfather listens to music in his coveted chair

I tell myself you must learn to forgive

The same way you learned to love, without any conditions.