Lies

Today's one of those days when I look up at the moon and wish for the fantasies that lay in my mind.  Fantasies, memories, that made me happy.  It's days like these when I wish all the seams were mended, and we could ignore the fraying thread on the edges. 

I'm not ready to fall, I'm not ready to let go of everything.  

Neither am I ready to stop lying to myself, over and over.

Lying, that everything's going to be okay.  Lying, that he's going to reply.  Lying, that I can be content.