Horizontal Actress

I lie in bed.

I no longer enjoy
playing the part
of her; the pretender.
I could pin it on him;
"He just doesn't do it for me"
but,
that's dishonest.

It's the other side
of the glass wall
I want to turn the tide
To what it was before

Truth is, love fades
And the residue of longing
Blooms as something more

Climb the vines of
another love scene
Carrying a secret made just for me

I act out my life
only to lie at the end.