They Lie: A Poem

They lie when they say
Girls in high heeled boots
And boys in biker jackets and mean tattoos
Break your heart.

No one protects you from
the quiet girls with their noses
Buried deep in books,
The funny boys with soft hair
And a twinkle in their eye.
They forget to tell you about
Girls with a bounce in their step
And the boys with an impish grin.
Warning bells don't ring
When laughter vibrates through
Their body to yours.
Red lights don't flash when
Their smiles churn your insides
And their cold hands find yours
On chilly winter evenings.
The universe doesn't counsel you
As you fell yourself fall deeper and deeper
For those pools of honey
That their eyes hold.

Time doesn't hold out its hands
Hoping to slow your watch down
Or set its pace,
You're locked in a chaotic rhythm
Of slows and fasts.
Do they forget, they do.
They forget to tell us about
The abandoned side of the park benches
That once were the eyewitnesses
To those first kisses.
They conveniently leave the important parts
To the far forgotten promises they made
When they looked you in your eyes.
Long forgotten lay the traced constellations
Across each other's skies.
Hidden away from the light of the day,
The desperate attempt
To give love another try cowers,
But dust is allowed to settle on history
As a new chapter is opened.
They lie, you know
When they say
Girls in high heeled boots
And boys in biker jackets with mean tattoos
Break your heart,
For the quiet girls stealing hearts
And the funny boys stealing breaths
Have been doing
The heart breaking all along.