Little White Lie

As she closed her eyes and tried not to cry,
To hold on to every little white lie,
She whispered, "It's okay, it's fine,"
She whispered, "I will make it out alive."
She repeated it over and over again till she believed it—
But she never did. She held her head and cried aloud,
Yelling, "Why me?"
Was I really that naïve?
She held herself till morning light.
She held herself after every fight.
She held the white lie in her hand
And used it to find truth on her wrist.
She held herself, and the truth slipped free.
She held herself when every drop was a red sting.
She held herself as she wrapped it tight,
Holding onto the little white lie.