Lies.

Lies. That smell of bitter honesty. The ones I bleed when my heart aches. The ones stacked in one corner of the book shelf in 21-32 park Street, the apartment that still smells of you. Lies.
When I told you of the man I had given off my all to.
When I told you how my heart felt like this immortal piece of a broken star when he saw me, when I told you about the nerve endings doing their wacking and sending out a million impulses in that one moment when he leaned his chest against mine and planted that kiss on my lips.
How I told you he's a charmer. Perfection wrapped in my arms. How I told you about how that man feels like my definition of perfection, about how I had never known what love could've been, until I met him. Lies.
Truth, though. That I fell for you while I was seeing another man. The man I talked of all this while, wasn't him, it was you. That all my life I've been lying, to myself. To the world. To him. To you. To my life. To everyone I meet. All I tell them are. Lies.
That I want to run away from this world. There are too many rules to follow. That this version of reality sucks and I'd much rather spend my life building lego houses and seeing hermits build their houses.
That I'd love to be lost in the freckles of your skin, explore The map that your curves make. That I wish to forget myself and be all in you, lost somewhere between the gap of your fingers.
Truth. No more. Lies.
But I know my castle would fucking fall and reality would smash me in the face and tell me that hey! This man isn't yours. Go back. That man you promised a lifetime once is still waiting. And I'll have to go back to him, every now and then after heart wrenching sessions of heated up arguments about how I'm not the same woman he fell in love with.
Countless fights. Infinite patch ups. All lies. That I wish to fathom into the depths of your curves and caress every inch of your skin with my lips so that I'm eternal. Truth.
And I know this truth won't exist, can't exist. Lies.
Perhaps I'm just too weak to do all that. Perhaps it's true that true love is the one that can't be your reality. Perhaps We'd be together one day when the skies would fall and the stars would all make a passage for our hearts to come and unite.
Ah. Lies.