Truth Be Told, I Miss You

(and Truth be told I ain't lying. When you see my face hope it gives you ... sorry)

"Tell me my hair looks fine
"it does"
Tell me I look good in these pants
"you do"
What do you think of this outfit?
"I think you look great in everything"
Don't be stupid, really does this look fine?
"I'm telling you the truth."

I've never told you anything but the truth, you know that.

So don't yell at me when you ask "is it fine to take a break?" and I tell the truth.

No I'm not fine with an empty chair at family game night. I'm not fine playing Scrabble alone.
No I'm not fine giving my jersey to my sister because no one else wants to wear it.
No I'm not fine looking for our hidden nickels at Kneaders alone.
No I'm not fine when I can't use the word 'adventure' and no one understands why.
No I'm not fine when you say "we'll see if things work out" or "Sorry, I've got a date tonight"

I don't want his grubby, unworthy hands anywhere near your delicate waist.
And I don't want your arm wrapped around his waste either.

I'm only telling you the truth, you once told me you liked that.