like a little girl twirling to lose her balance
In an empty world built of
lies and broken trust.
Wise words from long ago
slice through brain cells
both dead and alive
with a razor’s heartless precision.
Uncertain which weighs more true,
the scale shakes and
shivers like memories built on sand castles of betrayal
scattering… like dust in the wind…
What to do with a fully wasted life of
false love and true lies?
A life so riddled with bullets
it’s unrecognizable as a life at all.
It doesn’t pulsate with life.
Where nothing was real
not even hope
and especially not love…
Love was the ultimate lie
-a clever, cunning weapon of mass destruction.
Dust collecting rapidly on the
senseless scrambles of
memories that never were….