a fort of half-truths

tourists come through to say
how much they enjoy the view.
but by design, they'll not stay.

that’s my favorite part.

too easily,
i renounced the sightseers
for the lie i twisted into truth.

your youth hearkened shelter
was never going to weather a damn thing.
but i clutched the pillows so tight.

i wanted to believe.

that gets us nothing but war;
and the cycle repeats to show
what fools we are.