When you lied and said, I love you. So I responded the same. We were both liars needing leverage.

We can outrun any feeling if you hurry fast. We can pretend to be anybody else, as long as it isn't anyone we know. 

Take your fingertips and scan them over the wooded forest we hide in, from the responsibility of giving half of who we are away. 

A love so potent, its scent soaks us for years after we fled from its grasp. 

And it is no wonder why we acknowledge the present with the past. 

I love you, they said. 

But it was far too real ever to be true.