HONESTLY

 

The tiny girl pretends to sleep.

 So quietly, she’s hiding.

If I told the truth today,

you’d tell them, I was lying.

 

If I said I’m sorry,

would it change the way I taste?

Could you swallow me more easily,

if a smile was on my face?

 

Did I lean too hard on you?

Your conscience, dented slightly.

I promise later I’ll be quiet.

I’ll hurt, much more politely.