The Last Good Lie

These poems don't ask for sympathy. They don't offer redemption wrapped in ribbon. They tell the truth - the kind that shows up late, smells like smoke, and doesn't apologize.The Last Good Lie walks the thin line between damage and awareness. Between the man you pretend to be and the one staring back from dark windows at night. These poems live in cheap apartments, bar stools, flickering hallways, and beds that remember too much. They speak in hangovers, half-promises, and the quiet hum of regret.This is not a collection about heartbreak.It's about what's left after. After the excuses. After the charm wears thin. After you realize survival and living aren't the same thing.Sharp. Spare. Unflinching. These poems document a season of self-inflicted wreckage - and the clarity that follows when you finally stop feeding it.If you've ever mistaken chaos for passion, silence for strength, or damage for depth, you'll recognize yourself here.Not as a warning.As a reflection.

Pages: 70, Paperback, Independently published