The Truth About Love

I found my conscience
Digging two graves
His own and one
For the soul he couldn't save.

I lost my guilt
And humanity, too
I lost it all
When I lost you.

You left behind
A pit in my chest
And the echo of a pulse
Behind my left breast.

Dust-covered lungs
Have secrets made of gold
But so many truths
Are lifeless and cold

The truth about love
Is the sound of snapping bones
The truth about love
Is the way all darkness grows

Whoever said the truth
Could set anyone free?
All I see are bitter widows
Who laugh through broken teeth.

The truth, in this world,
Can often make you bleed.
So honesty, to myself,
Is a very dark deed.