I keep forgetting, there are people like me, who feel like me, who love like me, and live their lives in a lie. Not the kind of lie that harms anyone directly, the kind of lie that allows you to love indirectly. You hold hands, you raise children, and you feel complete. You die.
I remember how it felt to hold you the first time. How it felt to kiss your lips. And you said, “I've been waiting for you to do that for so long.” I looked at you confused wondering why you just didn't tell me. I'm free, no attachments, no worries. I don't judge you for anything. All I waned from you, is for you to dance around me and worship the ground I walked on. Until I realized you were a goddess, hidden. With secret needs, and requests, reaching my inner likeness. You controlled my every desire.
I keep forgetting there are people like me, with talents and truths, and questions and deceit.
I remembered the time you said you loved me, I felt my heart erupt in an ache, and my mind ask, “Why?”
I keep forgetting we all live the lie.
