You stand there like nothing happened. You smile like your words didn’t do anything. You hug me like it’s a normal day.
You don’t know how much I want to believe the lies you’re telling. You don’t know how much I want it to be a normal day, with everything back to the way it was.
It can’t though. It’s too late now. Once the book was opened. Once the words were spoken…
I can see it from the corner of my eye. The book. Lying there, taunting with its lurid cover, the words bright like a beacon.