Poem: A Beautiful Life, A Beautiful Lie
I miss the pretense of what I had
Oh, what I had,
I’d rather live a lie than die knowing
I never had anything.
Whitewash the memories
Oh, such good times,
Create a beautiful fiction to look back on
Something to store for the winter
(And hasn’t it been a long one, now?)
Convince myself it was real
Keep lying, dear
Maybe it’ll come true
Rainbows in retrospect
Forget that insecurity
Forget all those things you knew
Forget that harsh reality
Forget; forge fake memories
(Well, it wasn’t that bad, was it?)
I miss all the things I never had
Oh, what I had,
I’d rather appreciate it now,
all those things I disregarded
(did they exist?…
I’d like to think so…)
Redrawn pictures, happy smiles
Bleak black days reconstructed
in technicolour glory – overbright and surreal
surreal unreal
But here it is, for all the world to see
Beneath it all
“…look things in the face
and know them for what they are…”
I miss all the things I never had
Oh, what I never had,
I can’t pretend, know it wasn’t,
So really, what I miss most…
is the pretense of the belief in the pretense
of what
I never
had.
(But what a beautiful life – what a beautiful lie – it was).