our house

( picture is not original work of poet and was found on goggle)


Our house is a house full of lies and silent thoughts of despise
Each morning is a reprise of eyes filled with apprise disguise
Our hearts are heavy with regret
As we play this duet
Consumed by hate we recite our lines
That defines this relationship
Designed to convince anybody but the stars of this show
Confined to this bed of self-deception with the perception that we are better off together
Covered in words that none of us want to say
With constrained smiles on display we role play only to delay the inevitable
Our house is a house full of lies dressed as love
Each night you make lie to me, with every stroke my heart chokes
And with every cell in my body screaming for me to run
To run and never look back yet my mind won’t comply; see I would rather be anywhere but here with you is where I seem to end up
Nestled in insecurities and tangled in strings of fears held together by years of self imprisonment
We wake up just to stay asleep
And sleep to wake up as freedom has become a concept that echoes in steep Mountains of games, shame and blames
The truth has become an unwelcomed guest in these walls
With chains too heavy to haul
None of us wants to say it but we both have fallen in to the arms of tolerance
Soul stranger turned to house mates, lonely but not alone
Looking to the other to save us from ourselves
Drowning in silent floods of tears and thunder
We don’t even wonder anymore about happiness
Instead we smile when we cry, laugh when we shout
Sadness and misery our daily bread
At least we have each other our daily song
We have been together far too long to let it end now
Besides who’s to say it’s better out there
It’s a thin line between Love and hate
Our house is a house full of lies and silent thoughts of despise