6.23.2003

an excuse,
with words you disguise what i interpret as truth,
are you half joking?
i'll claim your humor and you mistake mine,
how could i be involved,
this line i cross,
must be treason, betrayal, deceit,
always the person you love most,
represented purity,
a quiet lie,
this is how i wilt,
the arise of weakness,
harm without intent,
how could i forgive devious indulgence,
if it weren't mine,
let the blood rush to my head.