National Poetry Writing Month, Day 7: Liars

maybe we’re all liars,
spitting out promises of a forever,
a stray confession of love,
lost in the chaos of our ephemeral days.
maybe we’re all liars,
convincing each other,
that the universe will work its way
to make us happy.
now, I’m not saying that it’s against you-
the universe.
maybe all it is, is an old man,
playing checkers in a broken home,
on another planet where the toast
always lands butter-side-up.
maybe we’re all liars,
finding meaning in another’s eyes,
eyes that one day, will grow tired
of looking into yours.
maybe we’re all liars,
and just a little scared,
of seeing something we love,
die before we do.
Written by Pujan Parikh.

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