2009
It's not that trust is contingent upon honesty
For I trust liars every day.
It's not that my love for you is based on anything.
When I walk away from the explosion
That is our life, I at least want to be carrying something.
I don't want my history to perish with the lies.
I want my briefcase to be filled with evidence
Of the politics of our love.
Provided there is a solution to the pain
Or a solution to the doubt
Or, at least, a solution to my desire.
It's not that honesty is contingent on love.
It's not that I am lying to you.
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