Self Deception

Haven’t we elapsed years of living together,

Prying into one another’s privacy?

Haven’t we unearthed the skeletons of deceit and distrust

We had buried in our minds?

And haven’t we casted ourselves

As hapless victims of self-inflicted brutality?

We’ve learnt to live a life of living death

And to bury phoenix dreams of lustful love 

Don’t we have euphemistic language

To please one another?

An essential skill it is, of ardent love

To deceive oneself and others.