Star-crossed from the Start

Fiction wraps around facts,
like a fist around a neck,
a lie around a friendship,
your legs around my waist –

until one day,
when your stories fight their
way down my throat
and strangle me from
the inside out.

I think you cried
but tears don't repair
my bruised, swollen breath,
fighting to live a few
more days;

just one more, just one more.

I never really knew you,
not as intimately as I once thought,
and in the midnight hour,
you threw me away…

over your shoulder and into the dark
falling with stars and lost souls
who once believed the lies
of their lovers

too.