Tainted Memories

Pictures scattered on the floor.
Photo album ripped open,
now just a carcass of falsities.
Remember that one time?
A lie.
As fake as all the others.
As I look at these photos,
how could I be so stupid?
Disregarding the big purple elephant faded into the background.
I knew.
Accepting it is the hard part.
So fucking hard I want to scream.
To cry.
To rip out my hair.
Avoidance is hard when there's nowhere to hide.
Nowhere to run.
Nothing left but to collapse on the floor,
surrounded by images of the past.
Your bed of lies which you made for yourself,
now go lay in it.