Written by Gabriella Troy – Instagram: @gabriellatroy


Honesty is a windmill

imposing

at the top of a hill.

It takes every

single

breath to keep spinning,

to continue its vicious cycle

cutting into hearts

and laying bare all the words better left

unsaid.

   

I thought honesty meant my heart

could meet yours

through an open window,

but all it left was splinters

ravaging 

every step we tried to take. 

   

Honesty shouldn’t feel like the bitterness

of lies and deception.

It shouldn’t act like the bittersweet

denial of responsibility.

Why does it sound like a bitter 

attack?

    

Now, if I’m being honest,

maybe I should’ve admitted

sooner

that too much was wrong

both on your part and mine, 

and I could’ve saved myself 

longer

from losing the truth of

who I was

inside.



			
				
		

	
			
		

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