Some days I don’t want you to know about my life because I am picking up a lot of trash from the heartache that someone has caused for not believing in me, I am wiping off the dewdrops on my window to clear some view for myself, I have always liked it better when there were many clouds around the sun and it blew as many strokes as possible, so I guess I chose to hide all the agony with my lies for the spark to remain in certain relations then I got back to romancing with the stars in the night sky, my fingers were in a constant affair with the telescope and I guess I chose to hide all the wicked truths with my lies, people die and if that’s a wicked truth, I could comfort you with my lies and a sorry lullaby. Some days, I don’t want you to know about my life because I am washing off a lot of dirt that I’ve got on my skin from wearing a man's sheathing, I am walking in the rain and this piece of cloth on my flesh has suddenly made everything about me very dirty, I have always loved the smell of rain so I guess I chose to perfume the dirt with my lies. Some days, I don’t want you to know about my life because I am filling the empty spaces of myself with some underrated tv show and a song that can’t stop talking about broken promises and a filthy love, I am going to have my dinner alone, there's an empty feeling that always consumes me in that moment so I guess I chose to fold the last penny in my pocket, not take that taxi to see you and build a journey with my lies. Some days, I don’t want you to know about my life because I am dressing myself up in a red dress, bare shoulders bareback trying to walk myself into what’s delusional, I have always heard people call me names so I pull you from your throat and pour my lies down your thirsty soul so you can forever stay drunk on the lie that I am a liar.
- By Madiha Shams Khan
- By Madiha Shams Khan
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