It could be the

lack of sleep

or the whiskey

talking

Though tonight

I'll blame it on

the fear and doubt

A presentiment

of

sorrow

The inevitable

words that await

Sometimes it starts off as a lie.

A fake touch of affection,

An I love you with no backing.

It's funny... the truth always comes, 

It seems from the start of a lie.

Maybe that's why women are so smart. 

The light will always illuminate dark,

He can run and hide in his lies,

But the truth will always be found. 

Hidden behind the trees

Lies the secret garden

Some try to find the gate

And others get so close

They see only the high walls

flowers that bloom

Mistakenly believing it's for them

The key is not there

Look into the heart of her

She only has one gardener

Who cultivates her soul

Her garden is his to tend

Softly and with a firm touch

The blooms are for him

I once learned to love without fear. I watched men holding hands as my parents gasped and put a hand over my young eyes. I met a poor girl with matted hair that only brought upon giggles from girls with golden locks. I invited her over and the world shook in anger, warning me of what society might think. I fell in love with a slender boy no one liked, but I loved him anyway. I made friends with those lacking fear, and we loved each other without a care.

As they kissed,

she gently searched his mouth

trying to find her name.

And when she found it,

she discovered

it tasted best

rolling off

his tongue

"How dare you sit there,

pretending the earth doesn't shift

every time you speak," she says.

"You know very well,

each time you exhale my name,

the moon burns full, seas swell,

and I am but one kiss

from a climate change

that is catastrophic

for the world

of any man

who knew me

before

you."