even if it was all a lie ; a poem lowercase intended i remember the way you touched my arm, like you wanted to leave something behind, a soft mark, something that might stay. there was something in your eyes, the way you looked at me. the moments i wanted to revel in, i let slip through my fingers, fading like shadows in the evening light. even if it all was a lie. we sat on the roof, our feet dangling, watching the stars burn holes in the night. your laugh spilled out, a sound i still carry— like it was meant to hold us together, like it could make the impossible real. and i believed it, for a while. the tension, the longing, the unspoken promise, it was all true in the moment. even if it all was a lie. we danced beneath a fragile moon, as you handed me a wilted rose, its petals faded in your hand, we laughed about the truth we chose, pretending we could still withstand the weight of words that couldn’t fly— even if it all was a lie. there was a night you kissed me under the rain, your lips soft, your hands unsteady, as if we both knew the storm wouldn’t last, but still we held on to it, to the way we moved in sync, the way our hearts beat like a promise we both knew we couldn’t keep. even if it all was a lie. the last time we stood at the window, watching the world drift by like a forgotten song. you didn’t say goodbye, just turned your back and walked away, your silhouette against the silent night. i stood there, hands pressed against the glass, waiting for something— maybe for you to turn around, for the whole thing to make sense even if it all was a lie.
