To some, that is; the inordinately
perceptive, such as I, there can be pains of knowing too much. Not just a
simple, surface matter of being pained by the intellect; its growth, or a
ruinous piece of knowledge that damages one’s esteem, but of knowing a truth
that another may attempt to hide or cover up with falsities or un-ordinary
action. This pain is one that causes a physical manifestation in the heart and
the stomach, like that of a fatty deposit or a ‘too-sugary’ sweetness. It is
the pain of wanting to scream and denounce: “Stop the excuses! I know your
reasons, now don’t be ashamed!” For, what reason is there to be ashamed of the
truth? But the altruist begs that we cause no embarrassment for our peers and
partners, so we allow them to act, laughing along in our mock sincerity as the dagger
of unspoken truth plunges deeper into our gut and rends us inside.
Live now, my love, for your lie and allow me
to die, knowing your secrets- kept safe and secret, still.
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