Thursday 23 May 2013

I Don't Believe You.

He said I love you and it was soft and drawn out and utterly believable in every way it could be but I still didn't trust the earnest eyes and parched lips.

He moved his fingers on my hips like he was tracing the outlines of his heart or marking paths between my freckles. 
An organ in my chest moved in ways I thought could equal love, but it didn't quite make sense because of logic and basic biology. Because I know sensations aren't always real: you can feel heat when you're ice to the touch, movement in complete stillness, consciousness while dreaming. 

And you can feel something for earnest eyes and parched lips when the chemicals triggered by fingertips on skin don't balance out in the end. When all he ever was, was a handful of sensations that don't equate to much; don't equate to enough

And who cares now. He was lying, wasn't he.

S. 
{Photo via: We Heart It}

6 comments:

  1. It is so hard to trust someone again when someone has hurt your heart so bad... For me I remember the amazing feelings and I trusted in them... for it was my David ... I don't think I can believe in love anymore:(

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  2. everyone lies, everything eventually ends

    good thing, or i'd have nothing to write about.

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  3. Lauren is right, everyone does lie. That's some awesome writing, I think I'ma like your blog.

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  4. Oh my goodness, i know this so well

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  5. sometimes if you have to ask the question, you already know the answer. the good kind of love will wrap you gently and never cause any wonder. :) beautiful writing.

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  6. ditto to Lauren up there.
    we are all liars. true?

    xx
    LuLu
    Breakfast After 10

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