lies seem to be my oldest friends

if i stare back
through a window
through the din of
the sighs
and the multiple lies
playing each other
cheating
one by one

if i stare back past
the scars
what would i see?
would i see the reason?
if the tears were just words
would emotions run free?
would the reasons for lying
be spoken
or hidden?

if i told
would they believe?

a lie must be told
for the truth to come out
if you can't feel the pain
then you're lost
misplaced
and then there really is no reason to
come back
at all.

the past

never refuse
for the price
of death is too high
old scars
can fade
old lies can break out above the
surface
but what does it matter
if
there are new thoughts
and new words
new promises laid on top of the old ones
guaranteed to be broken
at one point or another
new
afresh
something different
the past
the scars
the tears
can be
forgotten
thrown away
against time
there is no better enemy
than
memory

never changing

the door is locked
a sliver of fluorescent
chilly glances penetrate through walls
furvent sighs
forgotten

she is frozen in
one world
never changing
letting the hours flout by
and drift away
empty eyes
without a memory

an echo ricochets beyond the hallways
but she is silent
letting the harsh light
embrace her body
rigid
in a hospital bed
never changing.