The Truth Is

[12.29.99] » by Nik

I remember myself as honor:
tall, steadfast, shining true

I look back and see that my illusion hid infidelity
and inability
unwilling to ever tell you those three words
they never crossed my lips
they never crossed my mind or swelled my heart

I lived for the sword
my technique well-raised
brought forth by rocked positions
lost emperors
hollow emotions

and I died without ever saying I love you
because I never did
and your ghost wouldn't understand.