theunknownsource01

[theunknownsource01]

The Lie

It never asked to be believed, but only to feel better than the truth.

I live behind that soft, sweet whisper

that makes you believe you’ll be okay.

I don’t promise truth—

I promise what you crave.

A picture-perfect dream

where no one’s ever hurt,

especially not by you.

I won’t give you what The Truth does—

no clarity, no pain.

Just the things you want to keep.

The things you think you’ve earned.

The things you’ll destroy yourself to hold onto.

I show up in a drink.

Or in that little cocktail of pills.

I sit behind your decisions

and call myself escape.

But I won’t stop you.

I’ll let you fall

just far enough

to make sure you never blame me.

I feed the parts of you

you swore you buried.

The ones that want to burn it all.

And when you slip?

When you fuck it all up?

I’ll be there—arms open—

soft as a whisper,

ready to disappear again

before you know I was even real.

I’m what you run to

when the weight gets too heavy.

The warm place you hide in

like a cowarded child.

But I’m not your safety.

I’m your silence.

Your denial.

Your maybe.

Maybe if you’d stopped believing me,

you’d still have your power.

But you didn’t.

You gave that up

the second you wore a mask

that was never yours.

I didn’t steal from you.

You handed it over.

I led you here.

You followed every step.

And now I get to laugh

because you thought this was love.

You thought this was hope.

You thought I was you.

I'm the shadow you chase.

Bigfoot to your logic.

You’ll never catch me—

but I’ll leave just enough footprints

to keep you looking.

I don’t force you.

I don’t fight you.

I fill you.

I speak louder than your instincts

because you’ve been taught

that soft words mean safety.

And that’s how I win.

Because hope lost

is a lie that won.

I never cared about you.

I only needed you

to keep myself alive—

to keep wearing me like comfort,

long after I’d already broken you.

And time?

Time remembers everything.

Everything you did under my name.

And one day,

when it all runs out,

I’ll still be here—

waiting for the next fool

who wants to believe

they’re untouchable.