Mind Storm

​I cower, used and empty.
The grit of rejection stinging in my eyes.
I should have lied,
Told you I was innocent, harmless.
Are lies better than the truth?
Only to the weak.
Your harsh words bruised my spirit,
Buried my soul,
Painful as a sandstorm.
Why the necessity 
To discard your only companion?
I told you the truth,
Only to find
Accepting truth was your weakness.

©AM