Both are Lies

I may have traded

one lie for another

One sticky and sweet

with complex undertones

of not-good-enough and

almost-not-quite-committed.

The other spicy and rich

with layers that linger on the

tongue, a burst of nuanced flavors

to the tune of it-will-get-better

and happiness-is-just-around-the-corner.

Yet with both I am

left longing for a feeling of completeness,

of the need to feel full and satiated.

To be seen.

I keep thinking that maybe the next

bite will be the real one,

the one that delivers.

I've swapped empty promises

for painful ones.

Both have left me starving.