I signed my name
With a blue
Crayon, and the oil
Clung to your fingertips
As you tried to wipe it away
Smeared a dark blue spot
Upon the crisp white
Paper heart
And you asked me why
Over and over
Lies sound more desperate
Repeated, and I said
Remember when you told me
You loved me
Then disappeared
Into layers of excuses
For not staying
The fiction of your mouth
Spewed false promises
And each kiss
More fatal than the next
So why I asked you
Would I sign my soul over
To the likes of you?
Poetic Trials 