Unfolding Intimately Into Illusions

So many times I was offered illusions,
of love, such empty promises they turned out to be
I unfolded myself to slip into
the dreams woven in deception
unknowing, both me, and the deceiver

Some people cannot live in daylight,
truth finds them there so not knowing stealth
becomes their wont.
Promises made in intimate darkness
don’t endure the light of day

Published in Know Thyself, Heal Thyself