thewayiwrite

I pray

I pray that you do not fall in love with me,

for I am falser than vows made in wine

I am a monument to all of your sins,

I am unfaithful and I am untrue

I pray you do not know me, not really,

because I am averse to all truth

No one can ever know me,

I will not allow it

I pray that you never believe my illusions,

although they are outwardly beautiful,

underneath are hideous lies

I pray that you believe the rumours,

of course they are terrible and cruel,

but you must know,

most of them are true

I pray you learn that the truth is rarely pure and never simple,

Oscar Wilde taught us all that,

you must remember

And finally, I pray that you never find out that there is my heart and there is you,

and I am not sure that there is a difference.