all lies.

Sunrise paints the kitchen gold, a brand-new hue.
No ghost of you haunts my morning brew.
Remember how I’d flinch at our songs in the playlist?
Now, I hum along, a quiet crescendo.

Released, a chapter withdrawn.
I walk the paths we walked, without a sigh,
The air feels lighter, beneath an open sky.

And in the mirror, a stranger smiles back,
Stronger, perhaps, with a different track.
The past is a whisper, a faded photograph,
I’m building a life, and finally, it’s enough.

The question hangs, a fragile, shimmering thing:
“Are you okay?” and the practiced answer I bring.
A smile stretched tight, a casual, “Never better,”
While inside, a storm rages, letter by letter.

My reflection mocks me, a painted porcelain doll,
Hiding the cracks, pretending to stand tall.
Each shared joke, a carefully constructed lie,
As the truth claws upward, desperate to cry.

But safety lies in silence, a gilded cage,
Where emotions are muted, on life’s grand stage.
So, I play my part, with practiced grace and flair,
A masterpiece of deception, beyond compare.