The honest thing

The honest thing --
A choice I never make with myself

Yet at any moment
Trivial confessions
Spill from my mouth
Like an invitation
Testing the waters

I lie to myself
Pretending my openness is a sign of strength
But it only leaves more opportunities for the salt to pour in

I hide my expectations behind a mask of nonchalance
My vulnerability is something I pretend to be blind to
Yet I whisper my heart to it before every good-night

I proclaim to prioritize sensibility and rationality
When I truly want to be lost in all that isn't black and white
But feels like the perfect fit

And so I remove my blinders
Throw away my maps and itineraries
And let life be --
In the face of certain broken paths and unfinished novels