The cold hard lie.

First and foremost,
I am not sad.
I may have written things that seemed otherwise,
but I am not sad.

And because I am not feeling under the weather,
I don't know how to churn out poems 

that feel like a thousand knives piercing through your skin

when I have none. 

I can't bring myself to cater to the ones

who have just lost their soulmates 

because mine has yet to come.

and I don't know how to leave out the dirty truth 

that love isn't the only reason to be intimate with another 

as I know
I have done.