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Smooth Lies

by Alexial DeTeersa

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You cried.
You held your soul close, and wept into it,
Yet I was not there.
Storms crossed; lightning flashed.
Your tears fell like the rain,
Yet I was not there.
And when you placed your mask on again,
I asked if you were all right.
And you smiled, and told me smooth lies.
But I saw your soul.
Trembling, quiet, hurting.
Betrayal, loss, pain.
I was confused,
And believed your lies.
You were all right,
You said so.
But you wept.
And your soul cried out.
The next time,
I promised myself,
I would help.
I would not let you cry by yourself,
And I would mend your tattered soul.
But will you let me?
I long to hold you, to comfort.
To let my words calm you,
To tame the storm,
To stop the pain.
And that next time came.
But you told me smooth lies,
And I believed you yet again.
I allowed your pain to continue,
The betrayal to rip into your soul,
And to stay there,
Its barbed arrows ripping at your skin.
And yet as I hold you,
Your eyes are like death.
The demon won, and you gave in.
Yet I was not there.
You told me smooth lies,
And I believed you.
And as I hold you,
Your soul trickles out of your body
Like rivers of blood.
And as I hold you,
You tell me smooth lies.
I want to believe you.
And yet there is no truth.
I want to help you.
But will you let me?

This is one of the original three that I did. I usually do my poems in bursts of creativity: it started with 'Nostalgia' in the summer after eighth grade, then during ninth I wrote three more to pieces of music which I now forget. This, I believe, was the third of such poems. It's written about a friend of mine. He's had a rather rough past, which honestly wouldn't be as bad if he told people about it, but he doesn't like tlaking about himself all too much. I suppose I really had no right to write this - he doesn't know it's about him, but I think he's read it. Oh, well. I hope you enjoyed.