I won't tell you what you want to hear.

I'll leave it all unsaid, open ended,
abruptly done.
To finish without lies, the truth will easily pour itself out, tear its way from my mouth.
In time.
I refuse to remember now,
for thinking back would be more malign than forgetting.
Creating exits out of thin air for all I feel and felt.
It can't be expressed to you.
Almost foreign but slightly familiar.
I won't pretend.
That's your game.