I Will lie to You. 

If by chance we should ever meet
Don’t ask me how I am ~
I will lie to you

I could not bear to see your eyes
Should I ever tell you of my pain
You would only turn away
To never look at me again

Instead, just ask 
if I heard the birds sing ~
My heart will soar
And I will tell you
All about my morning

Ask me about my favourite flower
I will talk to you for hours 
You will know that it is yellow
And that it is the brightest of them all

But please 
Never ask me for my heart 
Because I am not ready 
For another fall. 

~Clare Kinnaird. 2024.