Riddle

Okay so you’re 10 months in

All sparkly and nice

And you still feel like falling

Right into his eyes.

 

He holds your dreams

Close to his chest

And whispers I love you

Into your nest.

 

And you feel less afraid

Less fearful- secure

In his endless predictions

Of forever, and more.

 

Then one night he flinches

You kiss him on the cheek

And your future together

Begins to turn bleak.

 

He whispers “we’re not working,

“We’ve done it, we’ve tried”

And his truth punches its way

Into the outside.

 

So riddle me this,

Boy with the blue eyes

How we made it to 10 months

On what you think were lies.

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