You know how I told you- 

what they talk about doesn’t bother me?

Well… That’s not entirely the case. 

My walls might seem impregnable.

But, they’re not. 

The truth always finds a way to percolate through. 

And it hurts a lot, 

especially when it contradicts with your version of the same.

So please tell me, 

Do you really love me?

and if you do…

then what were you doing with him last night?


This poem is in response to the daily post: Percolate

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