...

I lie to you
by saying nothing

clarity is overrated and vagueness is undervalued
and nobody wants the truth
the truth

the truth is somewhere on the skin of my teeth, behind a layer of lips, pressed between two sides of the story. the truth is between your fingers when you hold my hand, in the back of your mind, in love with someone else. the truth is hiding in the last two centimeters of my smile and in the creases of your eyes when you laugh at me

for saying that i think too much, just let go.

and then i lie to you again.