Caught Out

The evidence was damning;
There was nothing I could say
To deny the existence
Of the terrible deceit I’d hidden.

I tucked it in the pages
Of some forgotten book on a shelf
In the library of my mind;
I wanted to leave it all behind.

I wanted to get on with what I’d started
But the ‘f’ fell out and revealed
The lie supporting everything
I’d so carefully concealed.

Until, like all buildings
Built on weak foundations,
Very soon, cracks appeared
In the walls around our relationship.

The rosy future I had tried to paint
Started peeling away
Revealing everything I never said
In glorious technicoloured embarrassment.

I wanted you to believe everything I said;
I wanted you to think of me only;
Now all I am is a bitter aftertaste
You treat with indifference.