Spare Me the Truth

 



I don’t want the truth if it comes with knives.
I don’t want honesty if it tastes like poison.
I am done swallowing swords disguised as “what you deserve to know.”

If there’s something I shouldn’t know... don’t tell me.
If your lips have tasted someone else’s skin... don’t tell me.
If your hands have memorized a body that wasn’t mine... don’t confess.
If your eyes have lingered too long on another,
if your heart skipped for someone else,
just swallow it.
Bury it.
I don’t want to know.

I don't want to see the skeletons.
I don't want the blood-soaked truths wrapped in apologies.
I just want stillness.
Silence.
Sanity.

Lie to me if you must.. if the truth will break me.
Let me live in delusion if it means I can sleep at night
without clutching my own chest to keep it from falling apart.
Give me illusions.
Give me comfort.
Paint over the cracks in this reality with golden lies if it keeps me warm.

Because the truth?
The truth has teeth.
And I am too tired of being bitten.

What good is the truth if it leaves me hollow?
What use is honesty if it burns down the only home I have ..my own heart?

I don’t care about what’s right anymore.
I care about what keeps me breathing.

If betrayal lives behind your smile..
then let me never find the door.
If love has turned into pity,
or loyalty into convenience ..
then lie.
Lie like it’s your last religion.
Lie like it’s the only thing keeping me alive.

Because I am not asking to know anymore.
I am asking to be spared.

Protect my heart at any cost.
Even if the cost is truth.
Even if the cost is everything.

Let me stay in the dream.
Because waking up?
Would kill me.

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