be faithful to yourself

so I trusted old instincts
betrayed all senses
and felt my way through
a familiar a pattern
as the marks on my bed sheets
as the scars
covered carefully.

that same commotion
and complaints
heavy waste,
the air was thick
and easy
a well known joke to rely on.

“don’t trust anyone”
I said
“don’t trust me”

we will promise each other
of all things,
we will be different
from our pasts,
we will never lie.

somehow they pile on top of
each other.

what is obvious,
strikingly clear
is the Truth
of who I am.