Honest

(Written for Sunday Scribblings #311: Honest.)

“Tell me the truth. It’s okay, I can take it.”
No, you can’t.
Before your breath has paused,
you have already found
a counter
a rebuttal
a denial
to the truth you can’t accept.

“No. Really. I need to know.”
Yea. Sure. Stop it.
Your body posture has given you away.
You are really seeking
justification
rationalization
escapism
from what you already know but claim to only suspect.

“I don’t understand. Tell me again, in a different way.”
Third time’s the charm.
But you’ve hexed yourself into stubborn ignorance.
Your eyes have already begun
accusing me
deriding me
mocking me
for telling you what you need to hear and not what you want.

“Honest?”
Honest.