Liar

I'm a liar.

A dirty, no good cheat.

I lied when I said we could still be friends, I figured it's just something you say when it's over. I didn't think you'd actually take me up on it.

I lied when I told you I didn't want you to be around me anymore, I don't know why I ran away, you were warm and I loved you, but when I realized I had started running, I was in the middle of a dead sprint to elsewhere.

I lied when you asked how I was, I'm not doing "surprisingly great!" I should of known you weren't asking to tell me you were good, you were asking to see if it was hurting us in the same way. I said that so it would hurt us the same way, I wanted to drive the knife in deeper. I'm sorry.

I lie every time I stare at you when I think your not looking, I lie when I throw my eyes on the ground if you even flinch in my direction. I've been lying every time you text me and I reply 7 hours late with one word sentences. I lie when I pretend not to see you stride towards me, or pretend not to feel your familiar green eyes on me. I'd be lying if I said I don't miss them.

I'm lying right now. Screaming into this digital void for no one, hoping with an insane naivety that you might be screaming into the same one. I'm lying when I pretend not to hope that our voices meet and embrace the way our bodies used to. I'm sorry I'm such a liar, but believe me when I say, I miss you.